<?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-27610188878093346</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:11:52.590-08:00</updated><category term='mun wen'/><category term='IKEA'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='tontoro'/><category term='Sounds of the Human World'/><category term='singing competition'/><category term='Pizza'/><category term='irene'/><category term='food'/><category term='fifi'/><category term='lynn'/><category term='jackie'/><category term='feeling cafe'/><category term='swedish meat ball'/><title type='text'>@~*++Be With Faye++*~@</title><subtitle type='html'>WeLcome to Faye's World~ 
This is the place where Faye will share her every single day life with you~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27610188878093346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27610188878093346.post-3713448726251876225</id><published>2009-10-24T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:45:01.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gorgeous Week 2009 @ High Street One Utama</title><content type='html'>Date: 07 Oct, 2009 to 11 Oct, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Venue: One Utama New Wing&lt;br /&gt;Organizer: Marie France Bodyline, Svenson Haircare, Bella Skincare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annual beauty one-stop roadshow has been held in One Utama shopping mall. The organizer chose the "Gorgeous Week" as the theme for this year roadshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27610188878093346-3713448726251876225?l=bewithfaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3713448726251876225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/2009/10/gorgeous-week-2009-high-street-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27610188878093346/posts/default/3713448726251876225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27610188878093346/posts/default/3713448726251876225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/2009/10/gorgeous-week-2009-high-street-one.html' title='The Gorgeous Week 2009 @ High Street One Utama'/><author><name>heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27610188878093346.post-4589861446458294760</id><published>2009-07-01T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:45:01.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tontoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizza'/><title type='text'>To a friend, who is always deep in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;   Listening to a calming music (music in the website of Pangkor Laut Resort, Dubai). I accidentally viewed a friend's fs profile. I saw something that triggers some of my memory. Some memory that deep in my mind that never been digged out before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from my secondary school 5 years ago. The memory is blur but still in my mind. When i was form 4, I was a naughty and terrible person. I seldom listen to the elders and love to do things by my own ways. Form 4 isn't the turning point in my life, but it did influenced my future a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget the scene which my friend and I were chatting in the vehicle park in my school. That time is evening and getting 6pm, and I haven't figure out how to get back to my house. My friend cycled to school and her house is totally far from my house. So, she couldn't fetch me back. Suddenly, we saw a guy walking through. We knew him because of some activities in school but not that close. Without wasting my time, I walked towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we near him, he seems like get shock and stunt for a while. (ha~) And without much consideration, I ask him to fetch me back. He didn't reject and said yes. (hehe~) When I get up to his motorcycle, I asked him agains, Is he really willing to fetch me back. Eventually I reached home in 1 piece. :) That's the beginning of a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that, we getting closer and closer. (Just friends) He is a kind person. Everyone in school loves him so much. He isn't good in academic. Thus, he did not studied in science class. Everything is good till one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors came. Friends surround told me that he has a crush with me. =.=" I didn't realize that as I appreciate this friend so much. Since that, I stayed apart from him. How would i be if i didn't stayed away from him and start dating with him? haha.. I also don't know what will happened next~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stop contacting each other since he graduate from secondary school. He is elder than me 2 years. When he graduated, I was in form 4. Since then, everything came back to normal. He is like disappeared from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i further my study to Form 6, he appeared, with a new appearance and an excellent career. We started to get in touch with other. We went to Zoo together, shopping, eating,.. But all that is just a simple friendship. I did not think much about transform our relationship to another type of special relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 night, I get his call. He was drunk and blur. I couldn't remember what he said to me but all those were sounds like proposing? I forgot.. haha.. But i remember that I asked him 1 question, "Are you drunk?" haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about him tonight because I don't want to forget this friend. Before i viewed the fs profile, he is almost gone from my memory. I don't know where is him now, and what he is doing now. But I wish he is living happily and achieve what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best, friend (Pizza) ~&lt;br /&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/27610188878093346-4589861446458294760?l=bewithfaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4589861446458294760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-friend-who-is-always-deep-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27610188878093346/posts/default/4589861446458294760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27610188878093346/posts/default/4589861446458294760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-friend-who-is-always-deep-in-my.html' title='To a friend, who is always deep in my heart'/><author><name>heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27610188878093346.post-853045139408031228</id><published>2009-06-23T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:15:46.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swedish meat ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IKEA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>An evening - a night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Why the title named "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;an evening&lt;/span&gt;" but not "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;a morning&lt;/span&gt;" ? Hehe.. What can I say? Just because when I wake up, it's already 2 o'clock afternoon =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's start with my Brunch (3pm)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My life is simple. Sleep-Eat-Bath-Study-Sleep~ LOL!! I went to CLC cafe this afternoon and ordered the special of the day - Nasi Briyani. Today is a lucky day cause this nasi briyani usually sold out when i wanted to eat. ^^ After finish my meal, i have a conclusion, that is Chinese can't cook Malay dish very well. Ha~ (The nasi is not that delicious..huhu~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkESgeKkufI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pk9seH1o2ug/s1600-h/DSC03960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkESgeKkufI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pk9seH1o2ug/s320/DSC03960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350578181355387378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nasi Briyani in CLC cafe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;My Graphic Design class start at 5.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Suprisingly I went to class punctualy. (I used to be enter the class at 6.30pm or 7pm) Haha.. I've change my mind because I've change my policy - Enter class early, leave class earlier~ haha~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkESypbvW2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/eeCU4fr1cwY/s1600-h/DSC03962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkESypbvW2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/eeCU4fr1cwY/s320/DSC03962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350578493617822562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bundles of papers on the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are what we usually do in the class: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;find a seat -&gt; look at the white board -&gt; start to cut magazine -&gt; paste in A4 paper -&gt; design our own page -&gt; pass to lecturer -&gt; leave the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And of course, sometimes we grab some snacks during the lecture. I love this class very much as it didn't offer much stress as other class did. But I feel quite bore sometime. Therefore we can usually found some coursemates are reading magazines instead of doing the assignment. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkES_WoGtmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hs4C1NIZZQ8/s1600-h/DSC03968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkES_WoGtmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hs4C1NIZZQ8/s320/DSC03968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350578711907710562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackie is reading magazine while I'm taking her photo secretly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;8pm: Leave the class~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Class havent end though..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I went to dinner with friends. Wanted to buy some curry puff (IKEA) as my dinner at first but changed my mind at last. We went to 1st floor to buy some heavy meal. Wow! I love the Swedish Meat Balls. It is very tasty! Yum Yum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I enjoy the dinner and have a nice night today!~ Thanks for the night, Friends~ Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkETPuYK0qI/AAAAAAAAABA/cttHCX_kZt4/s1600-h/DSC03972.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/_KFOcas854z4/SkETPuYK0qI/AAAAAAAAABA/cttHCX_kZt4/s320/DSC03972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350578993161228962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swedish Meat ball with special sauce and strawberry jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkETfyHgDDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/X-tjzFpiQPQ/s1600-h/DSC03974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkETfyHgDDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/X-tjzFpiQPQ/s320/DSC03974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350579269042965554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackie is desperate to eat the salmon since she is in the class. hehe~ Finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkETV3ZoqyI/AAAAAAAAABI/OnL8FgtVbQM/s1600-h/DSC03973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkETV3ZoqyI/AAAAAAAAABI/OnL8FgtVbQM/s320/DSC03973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350579098662513442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada~ The salmon.. But It's a little bit salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkETJqmaE9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/W5qnTPZaEbw/s1600-h/DSC03971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkETJqmaE9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/W5qnTPZaEbw/s320/DSC03971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350578889067992018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pasta and Lynn's pasta.. We ordered this dish but we not really enjoy eating it.&lt;br /&gt;(we prefer meat ball..haha)&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/27610188878093346-853045139408031228?l=bewithfaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/feeds/853045139408031228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/evening-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27610188878093346/posts/default/853045139408031228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27610188878093346/posts/default/853045139408031228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/evening-night.html' title='An evening - a night'/><author><name>heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/SkESgeKkufI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pk9seH1o2ug/s72-c/DSC03960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27610188878093346.post-2447427090433918439</id><published>2009-06-22T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:55:32.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fifi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mun wen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sounds of the Human World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lynn'/><title type='text'>Singing Competition @ Feeling Cafe, Wangsa Maju</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; Sounds of the Human World Singing Competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;14th June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;12.30noon ~ 6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Venue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Feeling Cafe, Wangsa Maju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wake up at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8am&lt;/span&gt; that day (very first time during my years in school..haha). I done my preparation in a mean while. My friends came to pick me up at 10am (think so). We spent our precious time &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;asking for the direction&lt;/span&gt; to the venue and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;searching the google map&lt;/span&gt; before depart from my room. We took a very long time to recognize the roads and made many calls to ask help from friends &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; .. Eventually We reached &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Feeling Cafe&lt;/span&gt; safely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When i reached the entrance of the cafe, I start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;sweating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. I knew I will be very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; when i going up to the stage cause there were too many peoples inside the cafe. =.= But i just trying to calm down, ordered some food and played pool with friends. But the nervous never gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Seeing the contestants, one by one walking down from the stage, claps arouse and the emcee called my name. I didn't think much and walked up to the stage. The music has started to play before i ready my mood to sing. Hence, I just sing~ Luckily I didnt made much mistake - just a little bit run out of key and stand too "straight". T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;After i sing, claps arouse agains. I went down to the waiting room but i became more and more nervous. Oh god! Please calm me down~ I was sweating and my hand was shaking. I stunt a while and try to relax myself by watching my friend playing pool with funny style. ha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The competition staff invited me to accept an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;. When the emcee interview me, she asked some question about my feeling and the meaning of joining this competition. I don't know what've i replied her cause I can't think much at that time. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After all contestants present their songs, we took a 15 minutes break. Then the result came out. My friend and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; at last.. ^^ But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I still feel very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; cause i joined this event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;This event is meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Btw, I met a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;old friend&lt;/span&gt; that day. hehe~ (A senior from my secondary school.. ^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/Sj-8fu2u3NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWT4fiKBprg/s1600-h/DSC03957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/Sj-8fu2u3NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWT4fiKBprg/s400/DSC03957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350202135678999762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mun Wen and I taking photo during the break :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/Sj-8sYRezmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I8EFnVN7o-A/s1600-h/DSC03955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/Sj-8sYRezmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I8EFnVN7o-A/s400/DSC03955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350202352955477602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is playing pool with jackie (funny, silly style.. haha~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Mun Wen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;HuiLin&lt;/span&gt; for supporting me to sing in front of peoples~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I chose "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wear A Smile&lt;/span&gt;" for this competition.. Very nice ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;**Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ko&lt;/span&gt;k Cheng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;for prov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;iding man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y "useful" in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fo in direct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ing us to&lt;/span&gt; the venue ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27610188878093346-2447427090433918439?l=bewithfaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2447427090433918439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/singing-competition-feeling-cafe-wangsa.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27610188878093346/posts/default/2447427090433918439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27610188878093346/posts/default/2447427090433918439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewithfaye.blogspot.com/2009/06/singing-competition-feeling-cafe-wangsa.html' title='Singing Competition @ Feeling Cafe, Wangsa Maju'/><author><name>heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFOcas854z4/Sj-8fu2u3NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWT4fiKBprg/s72-c/DSC03957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
