<?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-8974318601457171917</id><updated>2012-01-23T00:57:55.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith And Trust</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-9084648010780355186</id><published>2012-01-23T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:57:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年快乐</title><content type='html'>农历新年是每个华人的开心日子，有谁是不开心的呢？每个人都会许个愿，新的一年比旧的一年更好！或者就是，横财就手啊～发啊～！哈哈，这几句可离不开每人的嘴里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我自己呢，多多少少也许了几个小愿望。当然就是一年比一年好啦！就那么简单，不想再过着劳累的日子了。农历华人新年快乐！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dodora*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974318601457171917-9084648010780355186?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/9084648010780355186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=9084648010780355186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/9084648010780355186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/9084648010780355186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_23.html' title='新年快乐'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-1212823970609927198</id><published>2012-01-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:40:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief of Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I admit the previous how silly I am, how innocent i am. I done everything sincerely with my heart. Just hope people will have a look at me, at least must let you know who am i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I had put much effort which no one can expected, thing i only asked for was a simple thing, kind of good companionship. Previous me, sacrifice a lot to be one of them. But in the end, i get nothing. Is NOTHING. It is hard to say out my feeling, lets take an example and make it simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;To prepare a performance, a performer for sure will prepare for the show earlier few months. Performer do hard, practice hard for avoid any mistake happen at the stage. Finally, the day is come and performer do the show with confident and happily. Performer happy for given chance to do the show, confident for already practice many times and no more mistake will be possible happen. When show end, performer hopes can listen thousand of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;applause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; from the audiences. But, the result not as performer imagine. Performer heart broken, all effort had apply and everything get burn in one second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I use "performer" as myself. Heart broken seriously before, but who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dodora* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974318601457171917-1212823970609927198?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/1212823970609927198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=1212823970609927198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/1212823970609927198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/1212823970609927198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2012/01/relief-of-soul.html' title='Relief of Soul'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-7652506746495628299</id><published>2012-01-12T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:49:55.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incurred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My home happen arguments at least once between two months. Can consider it, all start from my dad. I am not understand what my dad is thinking in his mind. He is so stingy of him money, always complain that we control his pocket money, not allow him to involve in business, and so on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I always get myself out of arguments, but now i can't be anymore. Since I work for family, I can't pretend don't know anything and keep silence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My dad is an old man, only left little part of black hair on his handsome look, look more thin compare with before. I am suspect his brain is getting slow in process something, some kind like brain can't analysis well. He can says out anything without notice the words either will bring any troubles or no. After it, he blames his children means me and brothers are going to sack him out from house and live like beggar. Dad, I am your child. Please, Don't suspect me and brother. Give some support and confidence to us, as motivation for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqAJzSBII3w/Tw8AyBmZHJI/AAAAAAAABKw/Olp3kua9Bfs/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqAJzSBII3w/Tw8AyBmZHJI/AAAAAAAABKw/Olp3kua9Bfs/s200/IMG_0591.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dodora*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974318601457171917-7652506746495628299?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/7652506746495628299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=7652506746495628299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/7652506746495628299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/7652506746495628299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2012/01/incurred.html' title='Incurred'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqAJzSBII3w/Tw8AyBmZHJI/AAAAAAAABKw/Olp3kua9Bfs/s72-c/IMG_0591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-3314693675713110879</id><published>2012-01-09T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:48:03.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I had left school teaching life 1 week but feel like 1 year. Everyday's 1.10pm I will imagine in my mind: oh, school end and students are lining up go to canteen wait for bus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Previous days, my fatty stomach weird pain happened. I went for blood test, urine test, scan and result came out was normal. This had remind me, my old friend is back! 3 years ago, i still was a form6 student. I had same condition with now, over stress makes that. Doctor advice me some ways to relax mind of body. I feel my life quite stress now, seriously means now i ONLY realize.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Friend can even feel me have something wrong, but I don't know how to show out my feeling. Sorry for that a bit yelling. I want to solve it by alone, it will be my forever sick in my life. I need to find the most effective way to cure my sick and of course not depend on medicines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My brother expected me have to be the most professional and expert. That is the only condition he ask for, but not easy full fill his words. I need to be professional with his words, his guide. I am thinking, why i can't have my own way to become the person you expected to? Why must me follow your words? Can't you respect me just a little bit?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I choose to work smart, do smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Leave on time, not to bring work stuffs back to home. &lt;br /&gt;I will complete my task with my planning.&lt;br /&gt;But, he judge me with no evidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Judge me doing nothing in office, leave on time, no result of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Am i suppose to report everything what I had did everyday ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Phew, blog is the only place for me yell out all my stuffs. Front of my brother, I choose to be silent and listen. I only trust myself, what had did and didn't only me know well. Start now, I have to control well on my emotions and mind for avoid fall sick again. Think positive, don't take over stress on everything around me. But, I can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaxtmxJQ1ok/TwnIhEclkuI/AAAAAAAABKo/ie1nejKFWi8/s1600/Kuala+Kuantan-20110301-00110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaxtmxJQ1ok/TwnIhEclkuI/AAAAAAAABKo/ie1nejKFWi8/s200/Kuala+Kuantan-20110301-00110.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dodora* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974318601457171917-3314693675713110879?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/3314693675713110879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=3314693675713110879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/3314693675713110879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/3314693675713110879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2012/01/over-stress.html' title='Over Stress'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaxtmxJQ1ok/TwnIhEclkuI/AAAAAAAABKo/ie1nejKFWi8/s72-c/Kuala+Kuantan-20110301-00110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-4024566527110596239</id><published>2012-01-01T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:43:15.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>大家庭</title><content type='html'>2010年七月我踏入班珍华校的第一步，在那一刻的我非常的紧张和兴奋因为是我的第一天当临教的大日子。但兴奋的心情很快的不见了，因为往往没想到班珍的学生竟然如此的难教，学习能力很低。半天不到，就有念头想要离开并放弃。但我没有离开到就这样，过了几个星期我开始习惯了这种生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，我在班珍华校的日子很愉快，很享受。因为我认识了一班很风趣的同事们。虽然，有些看起来有点脑筋有问题。但是，他们的热情不是靠讲的而感受到的。除此之外，也让我自己明白了一样很重要的事情。小孩子就如一张空的记忆卡，是需要身为老师们的悉心教育才能够明白做人的道理和获得知识。我也终于明白了一句话，天下无教不会的小孩；只有不会教的老师。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在班珍华校，我渡过了一年五个月。与学生们已烙下一段的感情，记忆。一所不让人起眼的学校，一所破旧的学校，一所被公认为“垃圾桶”的学校；却给了我一段难以忘怀的回忆。很不可思议吧。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次周会完毕后，我都迫不及待与一位很可爱的同事冲去食堂享用早餐，喝喝茶等待着下一节的钟声响起。这可爱的同事，她的笑声是无人可取代的，学校十方以内必定能听到她宏亮的笑声。&lt;br /&gt;每天早上，我都站在家门口坐上同事的车去学校。这两位同事也蛮有风趣，可以说是每一天的去回的路程都是在吵架，他们不是夫妻哦！女的，她很娇。时常对我做出恶心的动作，这是她的乐趣因为她喜欢看我的反应。男的，有点严肃但很色！也许男的天生就是色吧，哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;到了学校，我都会期待着坐在我旁边的同事到来。跟她说声：哈喽！她也会笑笑地看着我。&lt;br /&gt;每一天，我都会去偷看一位很奇怪的同事的车子。她的座位永远都有报纸铺着，永远把钱摆放在座位；永远不载同事回家就算有难，永远都会把车钥匙拿去洗才启动车子，还有她的桌子永远是最乱的一个。&lt;br /&gt;另一个同事呢，她百变无常。脾气心情跟着气候24小时变化，一时可以很好，一时可以害你。&lt;br /&gt;有一位同事，她的岗位跟我不一样。她是负责教学前班的小孩子。她呢，时常把炸鸡藏起来好让其他人吃不到！而我就时常吃不到的一个，但跟她相处可知道很多东西比如在哪里怎样可以买到又便宜有值得的东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一班同事，就是我所认识中最难忘的。他们的热情，亲切，可爱，风趣；跟他们相处白头发都会少几根。可能我是他们之中年龄最小，我往往都会感受到他们照顾我的感觉。谢谢你们！&lt;br /&gt;班珍华校的学生们，当然也那么的天真活泼可爱。我时常对他们讲谎话，他们也习惯了我的作风永远不相信我的话。我承认对他们有非常的不舍当面对着知道自己将要离开他们的一刻。&lt;br /&gt;担心他们过得好不好，担心他们会不会用心上课，担心他们课业上做得好不好，担心他们考试分数过不过，担心他们身体好不好，有没有生病等等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011年12月，我做了一个自己也不肯相信的决定。我选择放弃当老师的机会，回到家族生意上当一个小帮手，一个让人也让自己惊讶的决定。最难受的不是辞去工作，而是交代一切。同事们充满了疑问为何我要离去，学生们更加不用说了。当我面对着我的学生说，我不再教你们了；不再当老师了，他们竟然如以往地说：老师，你又骗人！那是令我多么心痛的一句话。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得很庆幸能够来到班珍华校工作，让我认识到一班同事，教导一班可爱的小朋友。在班珍的生活，使我心里思想成长了不少。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念班珍华校的一切～谢谢给了我一段难以释怀的回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jzYK60oWHA/TwBgdwugrwI/AAAAAAAABKg/G1Z-Ar0qcCI/s1600/DSC00107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jzYK60oWHA/TwBgdwugrwI/AAAAAAAABKg/G1Z-Ar0qcCI/s400/DSC00107.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodora*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974318601457171917-4024566527110596239?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/4024566527110596239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=4024566527110596239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/4024566527110596239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/4024566527110596239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='大家庭'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jzYK60oWHA/TwBgdwugrwI/AAAAAAAABKg/G1Z-Ar0qcCI/s72-c/DSC00107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-7251142659198060026</id><published>2011-12-28T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:24:37.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My last service for my school in 2011, after today I'm officially not a school teacher anymore. What was my last mission ? Nothing special and must related with Diabolo. Be a baby sitter while my students were practicing, look after them and bought foods for them. I had decided after activity must told them about me not to be teacher anymore. Some of them said me lied, not to trust my words. Btw, trust or no trust that is the truth. Felt cruel and guilty to tell them, damn guilty. But kids maybe not in good memory, after few years they will forget me naturally without any notice. This is cycle of memories, once memory full must need a spaces to store more and force to delete some. They will forget me someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodora*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974318601457171917-7251142659198060026?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/7251142659198060026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=7251142659198060026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/7251142659198060026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/7251142659198060026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-service.html' title='Last Service'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-8358773180641094371</id><published>2011-12-27T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:20:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full&amp;Packed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Today wake up as not usual, seven in the morning. It's so hard to off my ass from bed under cold weather and finally success did it and had my breakfast then head to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My first day, have to understand how is the office's system running. Everything, i MEANT EVERYTHING. Since form4, i had no talent at all with account. With unexpected, now i have to sit inside office and do paper work and handle account. God, please cure my brain to be better. I try to note down everything what have to do and way to do. Seriously, maybe i had scared the clerk there. She was shocked when seen me stand inside office, that's why she panic much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Want to make everything is under control with me, so i am so hardworking now. What i had note today, will do revision. i means will because i am writing post now. Again, means revision after this! ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sxE1aZBq0iY/TvnhZj16PqI/AAAAAAAABKU/agG3NtLnS4k/s1600/edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sxE1aZBq0iY/TvnhZj16PqI/AAAAAAAABKU/agG3NtLnS4k/s320/edit.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodora*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974318601457171917-8358773180641094371?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/8358773180641094371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=8358773180641094371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/8358773180641094371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/8358773180641094371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2011/12/full.html' title='Full&amp;Packed'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sxE1aZBq0iY/TvnhZj16PqI/AAAAAAAABKU/agG3NtLnS4k/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-2175994347077989490</id><published>2011-12-26T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T18:56:42.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Called my boss yesterday about my resignation. There was no conditions for her rejected my resignation, I finally end up all the things before 2012 comes. Left what to do now? Eat.Rest.Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I saw my colleague posted a status at Facebook, normally will excited and comments some on it because mostly about school stuffs. But now, is none of my business anymore. There is no more same topic with them, no more sharing with them, no more gossip with them. Yes, I admit it. I will miss the life with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;previous life, me and colleagues sure will sat down and breakfast or lunch together, gossip together, plan for party together. I love this, ever forever. Everything is getting end soon since I had resign. I have gang of nice colleagues, the thing never forget. Will miss you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H4ApFRsScwE/TvhMMmIbqcI/AAAAAAAABKI/8AqgEPbIQcA/s1600/lynas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H4ApFRsScwE/TvhMMmIbqcI/AAAAAAAABKI/8AqgEPbIQcA/s320/lynas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dodora* &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/8974318601457171917-2175994347077989490?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/2175994347077989490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=2175994347077989490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/2175994347077989490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/2175994347077989490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2011/12/expectation.html' title='Expectation'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H4ApFRsScwE/TvhMMmIbqcI/AAAAAAAABKI/8AqgEPbIQcA/s72-c/lynas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-3687838452641453692</id><published>2011-12-24T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:58:45.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last day work at Davinci in year 2011, and salary day  too! Money on hand, then sure be gatal already laa. I went to saloon for  new hair look, went to mall for new clothes. In the end, had spend few  hundred Ringgit Malaysia not over 2 hours. Fcuk. Btw, I'm satisfied with  my new hair colour. Hehee, here is the photo. It is not really obvious  show out my hair colour exactly, Light Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWeK1LIx2xI/TvW-ASDVVKI/AAAAAAAABJM/QaRCAGc31cM/s1600/IMG_0252%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWeK1LIx2xI/TvW-ASDVVKI/AAAAAAAABJM/QaRCAGc31cM/s320/IMG_0252%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dodora*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974318601457171917-3687838452641453692?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/3687838452641453692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=3687838452641453692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/3687838452641453692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/3687838452641453692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWeK1LIx2xI/TvW-ASDVVKI/AAAAAAAABJM/QaRCAGc31cM/s72-c/IMG_0252%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974318601457171917.post-1809202075859451073</id><published>2011-12-23T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:58:58.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold-Blood</title><content type='html'>I had deleted all previous posts and reset everything. I want a good start for 2012, everything. As i told my every good friends, i end up my year 2011 with resign jobs. It is totally a great choice for me because i want to start over my life before too late. Accounting course, had applied which is the subject i hate most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell ya, to which is going to be my ex-boss. I am preparing 34252 pages of resignation speech for you, now just wait for the right moment comes to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never cost anything while treats people with true heart, be kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974318601457171917-1809202075859451073?l=pikyeechan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/feeds/1809202075859451073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974318601457171917&amp;postID=1809202075859451073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/1809202075859451073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974318601457171917/posts/default/1809202075859451073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikyeechan.blogspot.com/2011/12/cold-blood.html' title='Cold-Blood'/><author><name>PikyEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411481092541128947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhAQLCNHTp4/TvdLyh6WF_I/AAAAAAAABJY/KFANw1m_mBg/s220/IMG_0249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
