<?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-6355526854168533797</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:40:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 25</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355526854168533797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lis</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355526854168533797.post-8133785607956399523</id><published>2010-01-31T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:49:26.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still alive and kickin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I didn't think that it would come to this eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You know me neglecting this space, thinking that having a new place to blog would reignite my passion to just write and rant whatever comes into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Long gone my vow to never stop myself from blogging citing reasons such as this will be some kind of a biographical page for my kids and grandkids to know me better. How ambitious aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So I am not going to stop from blogging nor am I going to visit here as often as I did in my previous &lt;a href="http://ilyanis.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; but I will make it a point to visit as and when the urge needs to be attended too. Like today, here I am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I simple cannot fathom that it took me 4 months to come back here! 4 bloody months is the longest hiatus ever! Ouh trust me, I am guilty as charged to even missed blogging my annually post mortem of how my year went by in this case it was a nay for 2009. No, I am so not going to waste another an entry of something so belated but hey if I could summarize 2009 in one sentence it will be; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What a hell of a swell year it had been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355526854168533797-8133785607956399523?l=the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8133785607956399523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355526854168533797&amp;postID=8133785607956399523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355526854168533797/posts/default/8133785607956399523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355526854168533797/posts/default/8133785607956399523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-didnt-think-that-it-would-come-to.html' title='I am still alive and kickin&apos;!'/><author><name>Lis</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-6355526854168533797.post-7300952531740526964</id><published>2009-10-25T11:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:55:20.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with The Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My girlfriends was telling me how insanely funny The Proposal was, which I didn't get to catch it in the theatres. Therefore I always made a bundle of cheap splurge across the causeway to get those movies I missed out on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (if you know what I mean)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So last night I chose The Proposal to make me feel better and.... it did! I enjoyed the simple plot, witty lines and the infectious chemistry between Sandra Bullock &amp;amp; Ryan Reynolds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuPLhw92AWI/AAAAAAAABAE/_G4iqECpbdw/s1600-h/proposal-photo-shoot6.0.0.0x0.644x912.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuPLhw92AWI/AAAAAAAABAE/_G4iqECpbdw/s400/proposal-photo-shoot6.0.0.0x0.644x912.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396380559460401506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While watching Ryan Reynolds and I don't mean to brag here, I can't stop myself from thinking how similar he is with well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;my very own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Mr Ryan Reynolds'! Besides them being tall and lanky, my boyfriend have the same sarcasm tone that Ryan Reynolds always does in his movies especially whenever the way he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'No' &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;which happens to be my mister favourite word&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuPLmRiHnHI/AAAAAAAABAM/VuIEmPl71cc/s1600-h/11692208_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuPLmRiHnHI/AAAAAAAABAM/VuIEmPl71cc/s400/11692208_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396380636921961586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hehe can't help it when you drool for that hottie in the movie but you immediately feel 200% better you don't have to daydream the day you will meet your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; because luckily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;(for me!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my very own hottie is just a phonecall away ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuPLpkFoClI/AAAAAAAABAU/yJCPr9aUXr8/s1600-h/n624543696_531303_8740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuPLpkFoClI/AAAAAAAABAU/yJCPr9aUXr8/s400/n624543696_531303_8740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396380693442333266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Woot woot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355526854168533797-7300952531740526964?l=the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7300952531740526964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355526854168533797&amp;postID=7300952531740526964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355526854168533797/posts/default/7300952531740526964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355526854168533797/posts/default/7300952531740526964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up-with-proposal.html' title='Catching up with The Proposal'/><author><name>Lis</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuPLhw92AWI/AAAAAAAABAE/_G4iqECpbdw/s72-c/proposal-photo-shoot6.0.0.0x0.644x912.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355526854168533797.post-6129407643047523913</id><published>2009-10-25T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:05:15.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Feel The World Is Against Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I haven't been true to my words. This place is already stagnant even before anything begins. I haven't took the time to make certain changes to this blog too. I was initially ambitious, wanting something fancy for this new space. Then again with barely time on my side, I decided for once to go by default and hence this is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this spur of the moment update; is to express how lowly I feel today. Life is full surprises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;(don't we all know that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and sometimes the twist that comes around the corner is almost painful to bear. Like yesterday, I was faced with an accident yet again. An accident which I cant stop myself from thinking the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; 'What if's'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. In a split second, everything  just spiraled its way down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the other hand, love have been truly supportive &amp;amp; loving something I would count as a blessing despite all this chaos going on right now. He puts a smile on my face for the past 24 hours whenever he calls and check on me to make sure I am alright. Then, he made me teared each time he reassures me that he will be here for me and say things like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;'we will go through this together'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. As I am not accustomed to have a man who dare say these things to me, I am pretty much overwhelmed and falling deeper in love with him all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuL444DnNXI/AAAAAAAAA_8/iEZ9MaKBmP0/s1600-h/7620_155562612700_532107700_2751955_6984966_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuL444DnNXI/AAAAAAAAA_8/iEZ9MaKBmP0/s400/7620_155562612700_532107700_2751955_6984966_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396148959547176306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I believed him when he said things will get better. Despite, the understanding family and lover I have around me, for now I don't feel like facing the world. All I want to do is stay in my room and say as little words as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355526854168533797-6129407643047523913?l=the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6129407643047523913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355526854168533797&amp;postID=6129407643047523913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355526854168533797/posts/default/6129407643047523913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355526854168533797/posts/default/6129407643047523913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-i-havent-been-true-to-my-words.html' title='The Day I Feel The World Is Against Me.'/><author><name>Lis</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUwmxG8bZqQ/SuL444DnNXI/AAAAAAAAA_8/iEZ9MaKBmP0/s72-c/7620_155562612700_532107700_2751955_6984966_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355526854168533797.post-4633131497006438285</id><published>2009-09-17T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:31:15.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raya is just round the corner and as usual there is like a neverending list of tasks which I have not come around to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh just so you know I am not blaming this to my hectic schedule, infact my schedule for this month is far from hectic heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have just me and my knack for procrastinating to blame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355526854168533797-4633131497006438285?l=the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-writings-on-this-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4633131497006438285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355526854168533797&amp;postID=4633131497006438285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355526854168533797/posts/default/4633131497006438285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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