<?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-14994162</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:48:29.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Digital Domain</title><subtitle type='html'>You are currently accessing Weirdo's Weird World aka WWW. Be warned~! WWW is prone to grammatical errors and nonsensical contents. Adult supervision is highly recommended :P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-4364995312355956371</id><published>2007-10-06T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:05:36.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man Utd have finally started to get more goals in a game! I hope they'll continue to produce more goals in the upcoming games. They'll face a tough game against Villa in 2 weeks time. Villa have been playing some good football this season. I just hope the international break doesn't interrupt MU's current form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, as promised.. more photos! Since MU did so well, I shall start with the MU match I watched in Edinburgh :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhLjJL73EI/AAAAAAAAANw/TkzAiNj7mSE/s1600-h/P1040004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118424043640052802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhLjJL73EI/AAAAAAAAANw/TkzAiNj7mSE/s200/P1040004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendly match between MU and Dunfermline FC. That's Hargreaves in jersey No 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhNcpL73FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MUjbl6dAWwI/s1600-h/P1040020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118426130994158674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhNcpL73FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MUjbl6dAWwI/s200/P1040020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Giggs! Giggs! Giggs! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhT3pL73HI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uCP7R8Y9nP0/s1600-h/P1040022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118433191920393330" style="CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhT3pL73HI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uCP7R8Y9nP0/s200/P1040022.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's Rooney, as he prepares to take the spot kick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhtqJL73II/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OU6Wf8zP0N8/s1600-h/P1040029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118461547294481538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhtqJL73II/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OU6Wf8zP0N8/s200/P1040029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes... we were damn lucky 'cos we got tickets that were 3rd row from the pitch! Muaahahahahhaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, there was the birthday party my colleagues organized...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/Rwhu8pL73JI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2w6j-PyyKe0/s1600-h/P9120187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118462964633689234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/Rwhu8pL73JI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2w6j-PyyKe0/s200/P9120187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the red wine bottle on the right?? *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/Rwhv7pL73KI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gWRkGQOQ0qQ/s1600-h/P9120190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118464046965447842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/Rwhv7pL73KI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gWRkGQOQ0qQ/s200/P9120190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so nice. They din know wat kinda cakes I like, so they bought 2 different types; 1 chocolate and another cheesecake ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhxDJL73LI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OdiCgg_qfXw/s1600-h/P9120189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118465275326094514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhxDJL73LI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OdiCgg_qfXw/s200/P9120189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Standing (L-R): Yeng Seng, Desmond, Han Chern, Siak Choon, Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting (L-R): Lai Yeen, Sue Anne, Yueh Chin, Wen Ling, Tit Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cameraman: Choon Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-4364995312355956371?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/4364995312355956371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/4364995312355956371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ey-yw8W7vlM/RwhLjJL73EI/AAAAAAAAANw/TkzAiNj7mSE/s72-c/P1040004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-116089767964661706</id><published>2006-10-15T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:36:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resuscitated and Revived~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's good to be back. It seemed like ages~! But I'm glad it's all over, though I wasn't entirely happy with my last paper. Not that I can do anything about it now... oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Went to Pyramid right after my last paper with Michelle, Lean Shin and William. Was supposed to go skating but then it closed when we arrive there after dinner. So, we opted to bowl instead. I still have yet to bowl properly. First game I scored the lowest and the 2nd game... if Michelle wasn't unlucky, I would've ended up as the poorest scorer again. Hmmm... maybe I should ask the management to give me handicap as well, the next time around. The kids on the next lane had those bars lifted up from the "longkang" so their bowl doesn't masuk longkang at all but bounces off it. It was really hillarious seeing them play. We're talking about kids at about 7-8 yrs of age? Simply cute... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;After bowling we went to catch Rob B-Hood. I never fancy chinese movies much but then this one is SUPER FUNNY~ Would recommend it to you guys. The baby's SO CUTE~! We were practically laughing our hearts out throughout the entire show, except towards the ending. You guys watch la. Wouldn't wanna this to be any spoiler :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Show ended about 1130. Reached campus slightly after midnight. Went to bed and woke up early the next day to attend the Server class. After class, went back to the room (I'm alone in the room, btw) and then went over to cari Michelle and off we went to Putrajaya. Picked Lean Shin and William from the ERL station and headed off to a mamak area to makan dinner and also catch Man Utd vs Wigan match. It has been some time since I last watch a match. Thank goodness Man Utd won~! Their 2nd half display was superb... all thanks to Giggs ^_^ Rooney at least played MUCH better than the previous games. It was a good game and obviously I'm happy la :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Later, joined Lean Shin, William, Aaron and Michelle to Pyramid again for skating. My very first skating experience. And I was rather happy I didn't fall as often as I expected to. Fell twice and the 2nd time I landed flat on my butt *ouch* Initially, Michelle taught me to skate then another guy, Amirul taught. There was this once I bumped into Michelle whilst trying to skate and it was hillarious. I was pulling her and holding on to whatever I could reach out for like my life depended on it. Thankfully she didn't fall and I didn't fall. Would've been rather embarassing if I caused her to fall :p Took a couple of pics during the outing. Will post it up once I get hold of a copy of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Skated for about slightly over and hour then off we went for supper at Asia Cafe opposite Taylor's College. After that, balik room.. packed a bit and went over to Michelle's room to put a night there with Lean Shin as well. Didn't get to sleep much though, 'cos of the stewpig mosquitoes. Seriously, mosquitoes and cockroaches should be extinct~! Ppl wanna sleep and they mengacau. Pests~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyways, Server class just ended and now I wanna balik Klang d. Home sweet home~!!!!!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-116089767964661706?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/116089767964661706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/116089767964661706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2006/10/resuscitated-and-revived.html' title='Resuscitated and Revived~'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-115766101922686535</id><published>2006-09-08T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T04:30:19.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays~</title><content type='html'>Before I start, wanna send birthday wishes to:&lt;br /&gt;(a) Jade&lt;br /&gt;(b) Zhi Jun&lt;br /&gt;(c) Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy (Belated) Birthday(s)~! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'd get to enjoy my birthday this time around. With my FYP presentation looming around the corner, it's rather difficult. Js hope everything turns out well.... [-o&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-115766101922686535?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/115766101922686535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/115766101922686535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays~'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-115011699189270301</id><published>2006-06-12T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:56:31.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Holiday part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where was I?? Oh yesss.. Lake District. We spent two nights there. On the 3rd day, drove up to Edinburgh, Scotland. The city's beautiful. Real gothic and ancient looking buildings. But the people there were kinda... weird. Most of them had tattoos on them. Some had weird hairdos. There was even this man with ring piercings all over his body. When I say all over, I mean ALL OVER... every single inch of him (I think :p) At first I didnt' notice him. My sis initially thought he was a statue... until he moved. Too bad we had to catch up with Dad and he was the one having the camera. So yeah...we didn't manage to get a shot of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Bagpipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Bagpipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Edinburgh%20city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Edinburgh%20city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Edinburgh%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Edinburgh%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent a night there. Next morning, we went up north again to St Andrews.. the birthplace of golf (apparently) since Mum and Dad love golf. But the journey there was nice. Scenic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Road%20trip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Road%20trip1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Road%20trip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Road%20trip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum and Dad went around the place. While they were walking around, my sis and I decided to sit around the beach and read our book. After some time, we headed back into the car instead 'cos the bench wasn't that comfy and I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove down to Manchester that evening. Checked in kinda late so, Old Trafford had to wait :p Come morning, we took a train down there. It was a day after the England vs Jamaica friendly. So the entire place was kinda dirty. There were cans and papers everywhere. Hahaha.. there were even stickers saying "Love United, Hate Glazer" pasted on some road signs and poles. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went in for a tour in Old Trafford. Only Dad and I went in. Mum and Jo aren't footie fans, and it was kinda expensive... so they stayed outside. We were brought in to the trophy room and museum before the tour started. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/old%20Trafford%20entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/old%20Trafford%20entrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Trophy%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Trophy%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Carling%20Cup%20trophy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Carling%20Cup%20trophy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Ruud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Ruud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Old%20Trafford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Old%20Trafford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/England%20home%20bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/England%20home%20bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Dressing%20Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Dressing%20Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only disappointing part is that of all days, of all times, they had to re-soil (if such word exists) the pitch~! I'd thought I get to see the nice pitch.. but no~! All I see was sand. But nevertheless, it's a dream come true :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see the stand, the ex-press conference room, the home team area, the dressing room, the lounge... basically everything~! :D Really an eye-opener for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiyak.. Australia vs Japan's match coming up soon. Wanna go watch. Will update part 3 later on.... hopefully :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-115011699189270301?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/115011699189270301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/115011699189270301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2006/06/hectic-holiday-part-ii.html' title='Hectic Holiday part II'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-115008129786367980</id><published>2006-06-12T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T12:34:09.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Holiday part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm back~! Yes, I have been MIA for a VERY long time. Was away in UK for about 10 days. Came back last Thursday night. On Saturday, went over to Malacca to send my sis to MMU for the orientation week. Man, I bet my sis has loads to say about the orientation. MMU has this non-ragging-orientation policy. So, you can guess that the entire orientation week will be quite a bore. Not that I am a &lt;em&gt;ragging&lt;/em&gt; fan... in fact, I support that it's non-ragging. But then, the people there are seriously lame. I'll leave the story to my sis to elaborate la. You'll hear all about it in her blog once she gets internet connection there (i think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh.. and my sis doesn't have a roommate. Means she has the entire room to herself. Bad thing is... I personally think it's quite scary to sleep in a room that is dimly litted. Her roommate did not appear. I think she didn't even register. Perhaps she received an offer somewhere else. Hopefully the hostel unit will get her another roommate a.s.a.p. But in the meantime, she'll have to sleep alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so some of you may ask why is it that I get to stay over at my aunt's place when I was in Malacca but my sis doesn't? Two words: Driving license. She hasn't touched 17 yet. She's yet to take her driving lessons. She has not gotten her driving license. If she were to stay at my aunt's place, she'll have to drive to campus.. which is about 5-10 minutes away. I suppose that's the bad thing for PTS &lt;em&gt;jumpers&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the UK trip. We didn't take many pics. Most of the time was spent on traveling from one city to another. We touched down in London Heathrow Airport on Monday night. Took the underground tube to Victoria Station. Took us about 1 hour. Then, we walked from the station to our B&amp;B, which is about 10 minutes walk. We had our dinner just outside the station before that. "Watched" an interesting fight there. Didn't really see what happened but two guys started fighting. One was pulling the other guy's hair, the other one was throwing punches. After a few minutes, both stopped and just walked off... treated as if nothing ever happened. Some warm welcome, huh? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We didn't go anywhere that night. After 12.5hours of flight, who'd want to? I think we hit the sack about 930pm local time. Next morning, we went around London by foot and tube. Seriously, their underground tube is SO convenient. There's a train every 5 minutes or so. And it's fast. It links to just about anywhere. We went to Westminster on the first morning. Went around Big Ben, the parliament house, 10 Downing Street and Westminster Abbey that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Big%20Ben.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Big%20Ben.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Horseman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Horseman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We couldn't take photos in the Abbey. Rather big a place. Took us about 2 hours to tour the whole area. All the previous kings and queens were buried there. So were famous people like Shakespeare, Handel, Newton (if you watched Da Vinci Code... Newton's was exactly like the one shown in the movie... but it was out of bounds for us. We could only see it from about 5 feet away?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, we went to Tower Bridge. Come afternoon, we headed to Buckingham Palace to see the changing of guards. There were LOADS of ppl there. We could only see from afar. Didn't get to see witness the changing of guards, though. But took a few pics outside. We had lunch at St James's Park... which was next to Buckingham Palace. Sorta picnic-ed there. It was nice. Sitting on the grass, enjoying the sandwich, overlooking the lake, cool breeze... something which you'd definitely NOT do in M'sia at that hour. After lunch, we went over to Harrods. There wasn't much to see 'cos the things were super expensive. Walked about 5 minutes in the mall and then walked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/buckingham%20palace.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/buckingham%20palace.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/tower%20bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/tower%20bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/buckingham%20palace2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/buckingham%20palace2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/buckingham%20palace2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, my sis and I went to Madame Tussaud's while my parents went over to Arsenal. We were supposed to meet back at Picaddily Circus (PC) after 2 hours. But our tour in Madame Tussaud lasted about 1 hour only, so I sms-ed my mum asking if we should wait at PC. No reply. After 10 mins of waiting, we took the tube back to PC, which is about 15 mins walk and train ride from Baker Street (where Madame Tussaud and famous Sherlock Holmes were) and searched. They were nowhere to be seen. Fearing they may have gone back to Baker Street, we took the tube back there. Upon reaching BS, we receive sms from my mum saying they were now waiting at PC. So, we had no choice but to take the tube back to PC. This time, thankfully, they were there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/jo%20and%20julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/jo%20and%20julia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Einstein%20&amp;%20Picasso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Einstein%20%26%20Picasso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the problem with the network there. It took a good 10 minutes or so before our sms got through. Probably it's because we were underground most of the time too. Oh well, at least we manage to meet up again... after almost an hour of traveling to and from BS and PC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning, we went to get our hired car. Check it out. The pic below was the car we hired....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/sports%20car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/sports%20car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;NOT~! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;If we had that kinda money to hire that kinda car for a week, I could afford a Ferrari in M'sia. This is the car we hired... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;something like a station wagon. A Vauxhall. According to my dad, it's a local car. They sorta joint venture with Opel... I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We traveled to Lake District, North of England. We stayed in a town called Windermere. The place is rather nice, I think. Very country-like. There were lakes, parks, lots and lots of sheeps, cows and horses. We went up a small hill. About 765feet above sea level, if I've not mistaken. Took a couple of pics using my sis's hp. Don't have it with me now. But the view was beautiful. When my sis comes back, I'll upload it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Lake%20Windermere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Lake%20Windermere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/lake%20District.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/lake%20District.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We drove around Lake district. Went to Kenswick, Bowness-on-Windermere, Ambleside, and some other towns.. I forgot their names *paiseh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh.. there's this one place in Kenswick which was rather fun. Take a look at this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Giant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Giant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Dwarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/200/Dwarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no camera hocus-pocus involved. My sis and I just stood there. It's all optical illusion (duh~!) Apparently, it's the same technique they used in filming Lord of the Rings. The room that we were in... at the "giant" side... the roof and the floor is rather near to the camera and the roof was obviously lower. The "dwarf" side... the wall is further back and the ceiling was much higher... cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay.. I've spent loads of time loading the pics above. Sometimes it'll load. Sometimes it won't. Took me almost 3hours trying and retrying. Need to go for lunch now. Will update again later. More photos to come... including Old Trafford~! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-115008129786367980?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/115008129786367980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/115008129786367980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2006/06/hectic-holiday-part-i.html' title='Hectic Holiday part I'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-114656994796074469</id><published>2006-05-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:43:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which player are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did this quiz-like thingy the other day for fun. Got it from Man Utd' official website. We're supposed to answer some questions and they'll match it with a Man Utd player's characteristics/personalities. I took the quiz and guess which player I supposedly am??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/ryan%20giggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/ryan%20giggs.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coincidence??? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-114656994796074469?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/114656994796074469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/114656994796074469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2006/05/which-player-are-you.html' title='Which player are you?'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-114395809543859046</id><published>2006-04-02T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:09:03.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuzuyu-chan from Aishiteruze Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/yuzuyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/yuzuyu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's sketch on one of the characters from Aishiteruze Baby anime. I used to have a sketch of David Beckham and Freddie Prinze Jr back in form3. Was quite proud of it... but now I dunno where I kept it. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-114395809543859046?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/114395809543859046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/114395809543859046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/yuzuyu-chan-from-aishiteruze-baby_02.html' title='Yuzuyu-chan from Aishiteruze Baby'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113956237142070341</id><published>2006-02-10T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:56:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad bubu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been a bad bubu. I forgotten someone's birthday yesterday. So, to make it up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;CORRINE TAN TENG TENG, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;21ST BIRTHDAY~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting old... I even sms-ed a birthday greeting to Hui Ting on the wrong day~! And I only realised it a day after I wished her. And I got my lecture schedule wrong 3 times this week already.... &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;First week of the new sem... and two assignments are uploaded liao. It's good that the lecturer's upload them fast. More time to prepare. First one will be due in about a month's time. The other one will be due in May 'cos we need to build a prototype. So yeah... that about sums up my semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113956237142070341?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113956237142070341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113956237142070341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-bubu.html' title='Bad bubu'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113818161636990364</id><published>2006-01-25T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T17:33:36.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp stories: the good, the bad, the ugly...</title><content type='html'>I'm back to continue the events that took place during the camp. Where was I?? Oh yess... performance. After the performance, we played some games before hitting the sack. Prema and I didn't play 'cos we were busy preparing Milo for supper. When we went back to the "hall," they were halfway playing the pass-the-rubber-band-with-straw game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the game goes. Everyone is given a straw. Music is played and they pass a rubber band from one person to another using their straw. Music stops, last person with the rubber band is to convince Janu and Yen Lu to not shorten their straw (by cutting it, of course). If the member fails to convince either Janu or Yen Lu, straw will be cut and game goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Prema and I got to the hall, Aida was having the rubber band on her straw. She was to pass it to Chin Yung. Chin Yung, being the playful self he is, used his straw to peck Aida's lip while she was trying to pass the straw to him. Aida's immediate reaction -----&gt; slap~! Yup, Chin Yung got a slap on his face~! Everyone LAUGHED~! I mean, how often to you see a girl slapping a guy in public? Chin Yung got scared that when the game resumed with Aida again, he put both hands on his cheeks in case she ever decides to slap him again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the funny event that took place during the camp. There was also "ugly" events. And I guess you guys can figure out who the "culprit" is laaaa... yup, it's that "friend" I mentioned in my previous entry. First day of camp, wah lau.. he treat as if nothing happened, no email was sent and talked nicely with us (committee members). Come 2nd day... pull long papaya face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we had rafting on the 2nd day, in the evening. All of them participated except Yee Yong, Yen Lu, Prema and I. Yen Lu and Prema slept first while I took watch (can't blame us... we only had 2 hrs of sleep the night before). Then at 5pm, I woke Yen Lu up and she jaga-ed la. While I was sleeping, that "friend" suddenly returned back to the campsite alone. Yen Lu innocently asked, "how come you're back so early? where are the others?" and he shouted, "SHUT UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at slightly past 6pm, Janu woke both Prema and I up and told us that that "friend" was angry 'cos they (William and a few others, I think) threw him into the water. Startled me a lil. I mean, if you're going to a place where there's a river/reservoir/water area, you are bound to get wet, right? And besides, I think it's "tradition" that some ppl get thrown into the water during camps. If you don't like getting wet, don't like the idea of throwing ppl/getting thrown into the water, then don't participate la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooo~! He "merajuk." Didn't talk to anyone at all after that. Which is why I was surprised when he stood outside our (committee's) tent and called for me during dinner time. At that time, I was busy looking for the can opener for Yen Lu. I told him to wait awhile while I search for it. He shot back and said, "NO. This cannot wait." I ignored him and continued looking and after passing the can opener to Yen Lu, I went to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;"Friend": *pulls sarong, shows his knee that has a cut on it* do for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he mean by "do for me"? He wants me to clean his cut and "plaster" it. I was freaking mad~! Who the hell does he think I am? His maid ar? I know the first aid kit is in the tent and I am the only one in the tent at that time, but hello? I think he could have been more polite lor. Maybe I'm sensitive la. I dunno. But I think even if I were a maid, I deserve better "instructions" lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, it was more like those grazed, hairline-kinda cut. I think my wound was much deeper than his. I mean, I could see the flesh on my wound and I didn't tend to it till after obstacle course and wall climbing. And it was on my palm. I cleaned and "plaster-ed" it myself. His cut was on his KNEE. He has BOTH hands available. He could have just asked for some antiseptic and tape and cotton (we didn't have plasters left) and done it himself. Sheeessshhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I didn't like "erupt" on him la. Didn't want to create another scene. But if I wasn't a comm member, I would have given him a piece of my mind. But then again, if I wasn't a comm member, I wouldn't be holding the first aid kit and he won't need to ask me to "do-for-him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled long, papaya face throughout the evening. Sat outside his tent alone. I dunno if he was trying to gain sympathy from others or not, but if he did... it sure didn't work. Everyone walked past him like he wasn't there. No one approached him. Nada~ Nilch~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some "experience" from my first camp, huh? Get to meet people such as him. Thank goodness it happened on the 2nd day and not the 1st day. Otherwise, we'll have to tolerate that long, papaya face for another day. I know I sound bad. I AM bad &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113818161636990364?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113818161636990364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113818161636990364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/camp-stories-good-bad-ugly.html' title='Camp stories: the good, the bad, the ugly...'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113579735853311425</id><published>2005-12-29T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T03:15:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or Foe?</title><content type='html'>We got to know him better through our tkd tournament outing in Malacca early this year. We were uni-mates but hardly communicate much with one another. Due to some um... circumstances, he was left alone during the tournament and we (Eve, William, Karen, Yen Lu and I) accompanied him and talked to him and cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tourney, he started joining us for dinner-cum-supper after trainings every Tuesdays and Thursdays. We have our meals together, talked a bit, joked here and there. Then one day, he made me rather mad. We left a table that we used as our "booth" during registration day in the hall. He was there. He could have just helped us stack the table at one side. He is after all a tkd member. But no~! Just because he's an SRC member, he did not lift a finger and just directed ppl to clear their booths (the registration of clubs/societies are managed by SRC). I had to get up from my evening nap, walk 5mins to the hall, stack the table that didn't take me even 2mins, and take me 5mins walk back to my room... and what was he doing? Just standing around in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine... he still joined us for dinner/supper sessions. After one or two outings, I was fine. But this time... he has totally crossed the line. See, we're organizing a camping trip. We have just  only finalized the arrangements with the campsite ppl and transportation. Currently, we're trying to get as many people to participate. We didn't reveal the activities that we've laid out for them during the trip. Wanted to "tempt" them into participating the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this yahoo groups for tkd members. Any announcements, news, etc will be posted on the groups and all members will be notified through it. After class this evening, Chin Yung YM-ed me and asked me to check my mail. He was upset and said someone posted a msg that was demoralizing. So, I checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surprised that the mail came from "that friend." Read the 1st paragraph and he just asked a few basic questions like, will we be living in tents or chalets, what are the activities there,  etc etc. At that time, I wondered why Chin Yung was so upset. It appeared to be a pretty harmless mail. And then I read the 2nd paragraph....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please dont say "later we tell you" or "when you get there you will know". Putting my life and money on a trip with secret agenda(activities/tentative) is not what I do for or call fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blardy pissed off. If he really wanted to know the activities, he could have personally ask us. It's not like we're kidnapping them or stg liddat. To think this sentence came from a person I would consider a friend. Someone who could've asked us those questions when he joined us for dinner/supper the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately clicked on "reply" and my first paragraph answered his initial questions... then, I added in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as for activities.. why we have not released any details...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. we've not gotten the confirmed number of ppl going. some activities are dependent on the number of ppl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. if we let u know now.. it'll spoil any sense of "surprise"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think that by not disclosing the activities is something you regard as not fun, we apologise. If you are really keen on knowing the activities, please ask the committee members.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far, only you have voiced out the need to release the details ofactivities. To avoid spoiling the element of surprise for other members, please consult on the program flow with either Januarius,Chin Yung, William or myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry. We will not ask members perform any life-threatening stunts. If by any chance, the members are not able to keep up with the rest, we will not force them. This is after all a tkd, not a military camp. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regards,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PSA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I think I controlled A LOT with that reply. Some said it was still a bit sarcastic. Some said it was ok. I mean, it's a camp~! What kinda activities can you expect from a camp? Surelah stay in tents. Sure la got jungle trekking. Sure got games to play. Even though I've never been to any camps, I think I can roughly tell what kinda activities camps usually have lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that is the end of it, you're wrong. This time, it's the paying of the fees. Chin Yung had his laptop switched on, and he was logged on to YM. Then, that "friend" sent him a msg which read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX : Want money onot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, maybe I'm just sensitive.. but do you ask if you should pay the camping fees in that manner? It's as if we are desperate for money. Even if we're not well off, I don't think you should be so scornful lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyung told him to pay during training tmr. He said he has exam. Fine. Asked him to drop by training area after his exam to pay, he said his exam ends an hour later after our training ends. Okay... then, ask him to drop by training area just before his exam starts to pay. He said cannot. In the end, instead of him approaching Cyung to pay, Cyung has to collect the money from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who the hell does he think he is? You want to go for camp, you have to pass the money to the committee la. Where got committee has to purposely go to your room to collect the fees? Yes, Cyung and him stays in the same block, but still~! We've already done our part in organizing, booking, making necessary arrangements for the camp.... all you have to do is pay and participate. Is that so hard to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is disheartening to see a friend turn into a foe. Maybe "foe" is too strong a word. But at this point of time, I don't see how I still regard him as a "friend." 'Cos I don't think a real friend would actually post up such a remark for everyone to see or ask "want money onot" instead of "how do i pay you the money?" I maybe bad in vocabulary, but I think I know how to construct less provoking sentences lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I still upset over it? You bet I am. Still think Sue Anne is a patient, won't-get-angry-easily person? Think again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113579735853311425?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113579735853311425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113579735853311425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/friend-or-foe.html' title='Friend or Foe?'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113551403177803582</id><published>2005-12-25T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T20:38:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Max~</title><content type='html'>Max's turning 9 tomorrow. That's why when I went for my movie marathon this evening in Juscp, I bought him a new dish and those meat chunks for him tmr. He LOVES meat chunks. But it's kinda expensive (at least more expensive than the dog biscuits he eats everyday), so we seldom buy those meat chunks for him. Since it's his big day tmr, it's a treat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised to bring my sister to watch Narnia and I wanted to watch Perhaps Love. So, booked the tickets yesterday and watched both movies on the same day. Practically spent the whole day there. But I did go over to Lee Sue Ann's place to pass her VERY BELATED birthday gift before that. Jealous ar... she's getting thinner and thinner and I'm getting fatter and fatter. So much fatter that I can't find a suitable jeans for CNY. Sighhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spent about half an hour at Sue Ann's place before leaving for Jusco. The place was packed~! Lucky thing we booked the tickets much earlier. Caught the 1140am slot of "Perhaps Love." The show lasted about 2 hours. Honestly speaking, was kinda disappointed with the movie lor. The cinematography of the parts where the whole group sang was kinda bad. Moved too fast and were too close. Then, there were too many different scenes. One was present, another was 10 years back and the last one was the movie that they were producing. They just "swing" in and out of all 3 scenes... sometimes it's hard to tell which is which. And I don't really get the ending. It's like there's no ending. Dangling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the songs were nice~! All of it~! Plan to get the OST. So yeah, that was pretty much about Perhaps Love. On our way to lunch, we bumped into Xin Yee. Whilst having lunch, I saw Gan Siew Siew -______-" I think I did la. Couldn't recognise her. Told my sister and then she noticed her as well and she told me Siew Siew keeps staring at our place. I main ignore only. Call me a snob la. I don't care. I just cannot tahan her. That's it. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 350pm, we went into TGV again. This time, for Narnia. It was quite nice. Loved to graphics and all, though the plot was kinda predictable. My sis and I could've enjoyed it more had the small lil boy sitting next to us didn't run about. See, it's stupid I tell you. The mother was sitting next to my sis. The boy had a seat on his own. He refused to sit there. Insisted on sitting on his mother's lap. Ok, fine. But he didn't sit still. He tried to grab my sis's packet of Twisties a few times even though he already had a packet to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he started running about, making noise, swinging his hanky here and there, stepping on my sis's toe, crawling under her legs, etc etc. I offered to change place but my sis said it was fine. I didnt' know he crawled under her legs and tried to reach for her Twisties. Had I known, I tell you, I would've switched place with her... played "tug of war" with him over the Twisties, extend my legs so he won't run over to my area, give him a hard, stern stare for making noise and grab him if he ever crawls under the leg. The kid needs a hard spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my sister wasn't the only victim. I think the person sitting a row below us was more pitiful. The boy kicked his feet at the seat and as he walked/run along the row, he pulled the seats back, he swing his arms over the row of seats in front... I would've expected the girl sitting in front to make noise, but she didnt'. She was VERY patient. Salute her. But I think a bit the stupid. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's with kids these days? Sheeeeshhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113551403177803582?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113551403177803582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113551403177803582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-max.html' title='Happy Birthday, Max~'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113534884283528287</id><published>2005-12-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:40:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Greeting~!</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS~!!!! I know I'm a few days early... posting up here in case I don't have the opportunity to post it up on the actual day itself. So yeah.... have yourself a very merry Christmas and a happy new year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113534884283528287?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113534884283528287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113534884283528287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/seasons-greeting.html' title='Seasons Greeting~!'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113521943294817858</id><published>2005-12-22T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:43:52.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's "tong yuen" or "tang yuan" (whichever dialect you prefer la) day today. Ever since entering uni, I haven't had the chance to help make or eat them. Not that I'm that much of a fan of "tong yuens" but, you'd only get to eat it once a year right? So yeah... I thought it'll be the same this year. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After table tennis training yesterday (which ended about 9pm), I went back to the room and noticed a stainless steel mug-like thingy on my table. No one was in the room but myself and there wasn't any msg left for me. Since it's on my table, I assumed it was mine and so I opened it and tadaaaa~! Tong Yuen~!! Curious as to who might have made it for me... I opened my yahoo messenger list and went through each and everyone's statuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there could be only a few I know who could've made tong yuen:&lt;br /&gt;(a) Sue Yen (she did after all made red bean soup that day and gave some to me *yummy*)&lt;br /&gt;(b) Yen Yen (my ex-roommate who's been oh-so-nice to me by giving me "seremban siu pau" once in awhile, or tarts or other food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen Yen's status on YM read. "who wans tong yuen?" or stg liddat.... so it was kinda obvious that she made them lor. I buzzed her and true enough, she left tong yuen for May Ling and I. She made it with gula melaka, something which I've not tried before and it was D-E-L-I-C-O-U-S~! It's just so nice to eat something out of the ordinary in campus than the usual food around here. Thank goodness I go back every weekend. Still can eat "normal" food. I can't imagine how those who's not local and won't go back home till long breaks can &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt;. So deprived of good food.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Jiin's birthday yesterday too. At the stroke of midnight (after Tuesday), Charng, Chu and Vivien came to Ling and my room with a cake, and walked over to Jiin and Yin's room (Jiin and Yin lives opposite our room). We stood outside her room singing the birthday song. Cut the cake, eat the cake, talk, made Jiin dress up a bit and pose of some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday night Jiin and the rest went clubbing near Pyramid. They did ask me, but I didn't go la. Me and crowded places with loud music is a no-no. Not that I don't listen to loud music, but having music played as loud as those in clubs.... cannot la. Sorry ya, Jiin :"&gt; Oh yeah, Jiin has posted a few pics in her blog. You wanna see them all dressed up and made up, click &lt;a href="http://jiinjiin.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spoke to one of the juniors from uni on YM. Man, some people are just arrogant. Can't understand these kinda people. Arrogant, self-centered, rude, think of themselves to be helluva smart... it's like the world revolves around them and what they want is what they'll get. Sheeeeeesssshhh, GROW UP~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113521943294817858?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113521943294817858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113521943294817858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-tong-yuen-or-tang-yuan-whichever.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113509401298150811</id><published>2005-12-20T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:40:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was once, Li Leng had quite a bad cold. Her nose all turned red. And if I remembered correctly, it was near National Day. Since Li Leng was pretty much involved in the band practices, Eve and I used to sing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Li Leng the red nosed band girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had a very shiny nose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you ever saw her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you would even say it glows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the other band girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;used to laugh and call her names&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they never let poor Li Leng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;join in any band girl games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then one foggy Nat'nal day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaya(mani) came to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Li Leng with your nose so bright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;won't you lead the band tonight"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then all the band girls loved her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as they shouted out with glee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Li Leng the red nosed band girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll go down in history~!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Only MGS-ians will understand this... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113509401298150811?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113509401298150811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113509401298150811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-was-once-li-leng-had-quite-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113491303032024907</id><published>2005-12-18T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:37:10.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An outing with Fabian</title><content type='html'>Fabian's a 6 year old boy, son of my piano teacher's. Also, my mum's godson. Many months back, I can't remember how it came about, but I was to bring Fabian along with my sis and Sze Huey out. But on the day that I was supposed to bring them out, I fell sick. So, it was postponed till yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at slightly past 10am, I drove my sis and I out to fetch Sze Huey and we headed on to teacher's house. At first, Fabian was rather reluctant to go out (I suppose he has never went out with anyone without his mum). After some talking, he went into the car with the maid.. and was pretty quiet as we started our journey to 1Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until Sze Huey took out her digicam that he got all hyperactive. He got SO excited when he learnt that video shots could be taken and pestered Sze Huey to take a few vids of him. He was so hyperactive that his shoe (whose sole was already a bit torn or "opened") was pretty much "unusable" (i dunno if that words exists *paiseh). The shoe had quite a big "crocodile mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached 1Utama area at about 1130am due to heavy traffic along LDP highway and I missed the turn to 1U. Had to make a big U-turn back.  Anyway, we manage to find a parking lot and walked around hunting for shoe shops. Went into Jusco and headed to the kid's department. We almost spent ONE hour just to get him a new pair of shoe. Why? First, we got a few shoes to let him try on. Most of them weren't of his size. Whilst hunting for other pairs, he didn't sit still. Then, when he tried on a few fitting pairs, wanted him to walk a bit to see if it's comfortable, he wanted to run around the place. *faints* Manage to get hold of him, though. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to KFC for lunch. Even at the table he was hyperactive. If I remembered correctly, he didn't want to finish his chicken. But when Sze Huey took out the camera and started video-ing him, wah-lau... bukan main cepat he finish his chicken. He was so into it that when he ate the bun and drink his soft drink, he pestered Sze Huey to video shoot it. Wonder why he's so amused with seeing himself on video. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, Fabian said he wanted to go to the other side of 1U 'cos from the window, he could see the other building. I can't remember if it was immediately after that that Sze Huey jokingly mentioned about a "2 Utama." He must have overheard it and told me he wanted to go to "2 utama." -___-" When I brought him back to the new wing and told him that the new wing was the place he pointed at just now, he didn't believe. And he almost cried, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much persuasion, told him he could lead us to wherever he wants, he was ok. But after like 5 mins walk, he didn't know where to head to, I suggested to bring him to Pets Wonderland to see dogs. So off we went to Pets Wonderland. Spent quite some time there too. Fabian bombarded me with SO many questions. Eg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come the spider is so small?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why cannot see the spider's eyes wan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come there are eyes on the peacock's tail?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What bird is this? What bird is that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna see python. Why here got no python? Where can I see a python? How long is the python? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on and on and on till one point, I got so tired of answering that I either answer, "why the place is small? 'cos the place's not big" ... or "I don't know"... or last resort, "ask Kristine (Sze Huey) jie jie" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. forgot to mention that whilst walking around, he held his maid's hand and my hand. And he went hopping and jumping. Either that, or he'll try to walk fast. Bottomline, he's too energetic~! Haha.. so energetic that he almost pushed Sze Huey down once. I think throughout the whole outing, Sze Huey was the ultimate victim. Not only was she pushed... but on the way back to Klang, he insisted on more video shoots, climbed on top of her, pushed her, kicked her, punched her as he tries to get a better look at the video shoots from the camera she was holding. Maybe there's more to that, I dunno. I was driving and that was what my sister told me. Kesian... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to fetch Fabian and Sze Huey home and get to MGS in time. So yeah, that's pretty much what happened la. Ms Tan, I'd expect updates from you as well. In the meantime.... fan² (the MTV)~! *daydreams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113491303032024907?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113491303032024907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113491303032024907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/outing-with-fabian.html' title='An outing with Fabian'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113444709832733359</id><published>2005-12-13T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:11:38.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New addiction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been listening to the MTV non stop. I think I've played it over and over again since last night. Only problem is I have the MTV and not the mp3 file. Anyone has the mp3?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Song's sung by Fan Wei Chi. Shy said she's better known as Fan Fan. Sounds weird.. but I still think it's better than Fish, Ocean or etc etc :p Surfed a bit to find the hanyu pinyin lyrics to the song, unfortunately couldn't find. Managed to find only the lyrics in chinese fonts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有權利情緒化&lt;br /&gt;你不一定要堅強&lt;br /&gt;但有些事情不能偽裝&lt;br /&gt;別為自己設了框&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*我懂失去的悲傷&lt;br /&gt;也懂進退的掙扎&lt;br /&gt;但想起過去&lt;br /&gt;都是失望&lt;br /&gt;又何必要放不下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是習慣還是愛&lt;br /&gt;不放心&lt;br /&gt;還是不甘心&lt;br /&gt;只有你自己知道解答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實你沒有那麼愛他&lt;br /&gt;真的不需要那麼想他&lt;br /&gt;編織過的夢想&lt;br /&gt;自已也可以抵達&lt;br /&gt;誰說一定要有他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實你沒有那麼愛他&lt;br /&gt;沒有深陷到不可自拔&lt;br /&gt;認清了真心話 你就放得下*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Repeat&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;深呼吸&lt;br /&gt;抬頭望&lt;br /&gt;發現天空很寬廣這世界那麼大&lt;br /&gt;幸福總會在某個地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實你沒有那麼愛他&lt;br /&gt;真的不需要那麼想他&lt;br /&gt;擁有過的計劃&lt;br /&gt;留給值得的對象&lt;br /&gt;你知道&lt;br /&gt;不會是他其實你沒有那麼愛他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有深陷到不可自拔&lt;br /&gt;認清了真心話&lt;br /&gt;你就放得下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whilst hunting for the lyrics, got a bit of info about the artiste too. Don't know if it's true... but apparently she's born in Ohio, USA and is a graduate from Harvard Business School~! O_o And she's quite pretty lor... in fact, all the girls in the clip are pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, exam's in less than 24 hours time. The other exam is on Thurs night. Haven't even completed my lab report that's due this Thurs too. Sighhh...  nvm, listen to more of the MTV :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: SL, you should listen to this song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113444709832733359?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113444709832733359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113444709832733359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-addiction.html' title='New addiction...'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113388830033034119</id><published>2005-12-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:58:28.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had quite a fun time during the Form 5's farewell party. Watched AeonFlux in Bkt Raja. Not bad a movie... but don't think the cinematography is that fantastic. The party was quite a success. Had a few laughs here and there. Mima was the centre of attention... especially during her "sandwich" and "BBQ Chicken" stint :p Ohhh.. and there's Raeyna's statement on December kids too. I'll post it up when I'm free :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had demo today. Did some plank breaking. No, I didn't break any la. Wasn't involved in the destruction part. I'm not that "keng". Only Rashiq, William, Yaa Lian, Chin Yung and Januarius kicked panks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;William dgn bangganya already uploaded pics on his new black belt uniform and the jumping sidekick he did. I'll upload a couple of group pics and a few more pics here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/group%20punch.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/group%20punch.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I look weird... Anyway, that's Yaa Lian (first row, extreme left), Yen Lu (centre first row), Phui Yee (in front of me), William, Lee Wei , Janurius, Rashiq and Chin Yung (behind me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/group%20pic.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/group%20pic.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken after the demo. The people wearing red are from Wushu Club. Rashiq MIA - he had to rush for class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/yaya%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/yaya%20and%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yaa Lian and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/yaya,willy%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/yaya%2Cwilly%20and%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yaa Lian, William and I. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113388830033034119?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113388830033034119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113388830033034119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113335265937235302</id><published>2005-11-30T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:20:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chronicles of HB3 A3004: The cockroach, the roommate and the lost key</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not original with the title. If I were that creative, I think I would be studying courses like design or animation, wouldn't I? I might even appear in the papers like Gan Siew² and get to show off all my designs. Yeah, you read right. The very person who used to "jeleng jeleng" at me last time was featured in the newspaper recently. I dunno when. In fact, I didn't even know till Shing Lih told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm straying off topic. Back to the title. For non-MMUian readers, HB3 A3004 refers to a room. HB3 is one of the two female hostel blocks, A refers to wing A (there are 3 wings altogether), and 3004 is the room number la. The room I'm currently sharing with May Ling and Shy Jiun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cockroach part... I don't have to repeat la. You guys know what happened already. But what you did not know ('cos I haven't blogged for some time) is the event that occured after that. I mentioned that I was to sleep at 6am right? I did sleep at 6am, more or less... but there's a lil twist to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where "the roommate" comes in. See, at 6am, Shy's alarm went off. I think she had trouble switching the alarm off. After some time, she got off the upper deck of the double decker bed. I turned and looked at her. As she was walking towards me, she kept pointing to my bed. I was obviously curious. Then, I thought, maybe she's telling me there's a cockroach on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to my bed and looked around. There wasn't anything *thank goodness~!* so I turned back to her. She wasn't standing at the position where I last saw her.... and that got me more blur. It didn't take me long before I found her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I found her? Sleeping on my bed~ I was so tempted to laugh on the spot. I waited awhile. She was fast asleep. So, I took my small lil pillow (the one I use to hug), placed it on my desk and slept. I wanted to sleep on Shy's bed, but then... I was too lazy to climb up and was thinking it would be a hassle for me to switch back to my bed when Shy wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 7++am when Shy woke up. She didn't realize that she slept on my bed. That confirmed it. She's blurer (if that word exists...) than I am :p She woke me up and I almost literally jumped to bed and slept right through till almost noon. We had a good laugh after that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where does "the lost key" fit in? It was after training and dinner/supper yesterday night when I lost the key. When I came back, Shy and Ling were not in. I realized I left something in the bag (that was in my car). So, I went down, taking only my room key and car keys. See, my room key... it was "detached" from the key chain. Couldn't "attach" it back to the key chain so I just took the "skeleton key" (I think that's how they describe a key without key chain... dunno la. My english not very the good... I think it's obvious). Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting what I left earlier, I went up. Was hunting for my key outside the locked room. Couldn't find it. Retraced the route I went and it was dark, and raining.. couldn't find the key. Checked the staircase, checked the canteen, checked my car, checked the parking lot and nothing. I started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my handphone out, so I couldn't call Ling or Shy. Went to Jiin and Yin's room. Was SUPER glad they were in. Told them about being locked out. Called Ling and thank goodness Ling was still around Cyberjaya. I think they were supposed to go out of Cyberjaya for &lt;em&gt;yum cha&lt;/em&gt; session. Not too sure. Managed to get Ling's key from her and I could finally enter the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my key was still missing. But I couldn't do anything about it. Planned to go hunting again the next morning, when it's bright and shiny. If I still can't find it, then I'll have to report and pay a fine. I'm already broke. To pay a fine for my carelessness is VERY "seong&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; (in the pocket). &lt;em&gt;*see what I mean by bad english??&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next morning, before my 8am class, I went searching again. I went through all the possible places where I could've dropped the key but still couldn't find it. It was only when I decided to call it quits and walk on to class that I found the key. It's always like that, huh? When you want it most, it'll hide itself. When you stop looking for it, it'll just appear out of nowhere. Was SO happy when I found it. I nearly wanted to jump up and down, all the way to class. But of course I didn't la. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... that's the whole &lt;em&gt;story&lt;/em&gt; on "the cockroach, the roommate, and the lost key." Not as interesting as The Chronicles of Narnia (not even close to it)... but it's still something worth blogging. I mean, how often do you freak yourself out because of a cockroach, then your roommate unknowingly sleep on your bed and later, you lose your key... all within one week?&lt;br /&gt;Not often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that's about it for the time being. Oh yeah, Mervyn lent a CD on some martial arts clip (similiar to the one I uploaded before). I'll upload one up here when I'm free. See la if I can sleep tonight. If I ever get the thursday blues again, I'd prolly upload it. The clips in the CD has some kids and women performing. I-M-P-R-E-S-S-S-I-V-E~! You'll have to see it for yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113335265937235302?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113335265937235302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113335265937235302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/chronicles-of-hb3-a3004-cockroach.html' title='The chronicles of HB3 A3004: The cockroach, the roommate and the lost key'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113286674094547902</id><published>2005-11-25T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T05:16:27.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight visitor</title><content type='html'>It was about 2am and I was in the midst of writing a lab report. So was Shy. Ling was already asleep. Since Shy sits at right angles to me, with my back facing her right back... we were busy doing our work, minding our own business. I was listening to music on my sis's iPod Shuffle when suddenly I heard Shy screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without even turning back to see what's wrong, I instinctively ducked, taking cover from something I feared. As I ducked, I did turn behind and true enough.. there it was, a cockroach flying towards me. I ducked further and it flew passed me. Shy and I immediately ran out of the room. And we were out of the room for some time, mind you. Who wouldn't? We were taken completely off guard. That thing js flew into the room through the window from out of nowhere~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. We stood outside, helplessly. I wanted to call Sue Yen from next door to help me get rid of the cockroach (I learnt that she wasn't afraid of them during one of our trips back to campus from Klang). But then, I saw her room lights were switched off. Then, I went over to Yin and Jiin's room. Their lights were out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of options, we had no choice but to get rid of the cockroach ourselves. After some time, I gathered enough guts to enter the room. I mean, I'm scared of cockroach. But I'm even more afraid of FLYING cockroaches. Like I said in one of the entries since the last cockroach's visit... you just never know where they'll land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... you'll never really know. How would I know? 'Cos that blardy cockroach flew right at me and landed on my shorts, not too long after I entered the room. I started screaming and jumping and it flew off my shorts, onto the floor... near Shy's bag. I ran out the room again. Waited awhile to calm myself down before I entered the room again, this time with the broom at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was some time before the cockroach reappeared (on the ground... thank goodness~!) and I extended the broom and started whacking it like mad. The cockroach just wouldn't die. So I swept it out of the room, out of the corridor, and then to the staircase area. Man, you wouldn't believe how relieved Shy and I was seeing the cockroach, on its back... about 20m away from the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Shy and I didn't dare sleep. She was telling me, "how to sleep if you know now that cockroaches and just fly in and out of the room like that? what happens if the same thing happened when we're sleeping?" That was it. I couldn't sleep. I didn't dare sleep. So, here I am.. finishing my lab report to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Shy and I decided to take shifts. She's sleeping now... slept about slightly less than 2 hrs ago while I take watch. Will wake her up at 6am and it'll be my turn to sleep. Currently trying to finish off my report till then. But truthfully, I can't wait to just shut my eyes and lie on the bed. I know it's stupid not to sleep because of a freaking cockroach, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more hour... one more hour and I can sleep......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113286674094547902?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113286674094547902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113286674094547902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/midnight-visitor.html' title='Midnight visitor'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113277536264531981</id><published>2005-11-24T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:15:14.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That has to be it. I can't think of another reason for not being able to sleep. I mean, what are the odds of staying up for no utter reason last Thursday AND again this Thursday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I've not updated for a week, here's a recap of last week's events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;William's bday. Went out the night before (the night I couldn't sleep) to celebrate. So Eve drove down with a couple of her unimates, Gary and Vincent. Chin Yung and I drove another two cars to ferry Hani, Colleen, Yen Lu, Kalai and Januarius to Mines Shopping Centre to celebrate. Unfortunately we arrived there kinda late due to the heavy traffic.. so we settled for McD. William uploaded a few pics in his &lt;a href="http://williamleong.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Click on it to view the pics. I'm kinda lazy to upload them here :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it's the routine thing. Nothing unusual happened...except that the new car arrived. It's not a brand new car... it's almost a 10 year old car. But it still runs smoothly and it was a rather good buy. Too bad it's blue in colour. Had it been silver, then all the cars at home will be uniform in colour. Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sofi's bday... Happy Belated Birthday ya, Sofi~ Had grading too. This grading must have been the one and only grading I attend that ended before noon. Other than that, nothing spectacular to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to class at usual. Thought I only had 1 hour class in the evening.. mana tau I actually had 2 hours. The 2nd hour lecture was Advanced Electromagnetics Theory. New lecturer 'cos it's a new chapter. But he teaches kinda messy. Jumps from one page of the notes to another, not in sequence. I've been O_o throughout his lecture. He has the knowledge, but I don't think he really knows how to present it lor. I dunno la. Maybe it's js me *shrugs. Then at night, went over to Charng's place. They cooked some food for a crowd of about 20 ppl to celebrate Khek's bday. It was funny when we played blackjack. There were two "tables" playing blackjack - all guys on one and all girls on the other. Since the girls didnt want to gamble (with money), they used finger food as forfeit for the losers. 10 chips per loss. If the someone hits 21, loser has to finish up 20 chips. The birthday boy, Khek joined us for two games. He became the &lt;em&gt;banker&lt;/em&gt;... and the first round, he got blackjack. EVERYONE retaliated and he gave in (all girls ma, except him). So all of us were exempted from eating the chips. And in the 2nd round... someone got blackjack and Khek had to eat 20 chips. Then, I think his cards lost to two other ppl.. making it a total of 40 chips. The way he tried to cheat his way on eating less than 40 chips by stuffing a few chips in his mouth at a time... HILLARIOUS~! We managed to keep track though.. unfortunately for him. After that round, we never saw Khek again :P There were other funny incidents too.. like how Vivien din know how to play the game hence, her blurness during the game, her scrutinizing eyes on her cards when she din know whether or not to draw more cards, etc etc. After everyone left, a few of us stayed back to clean up. Went back to the hostel about 2am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had classes/lab frm 9am-4pm... with only 30 mins break at lunch time. Then, went training at night. Was surprised with the turnout. Yoke Yin came. She didn't come for training for 2 semesters already. There's Yaa Lian a.k.a. Ah Lian a.k.a YaYa. She hasn't come the whole of last sem, so did Hani. Prema did attend trainng last sem, but not very often. Overall, it wasn't that good a turnout, but definitely better than the previous classes. A good sign? I sure do hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost fainted during tutorial class today. No, not literally pengsan la.. but was really &lt;em&gt;bengang&lt;/em&gt; la. Our tutor, came into the class and started writing down the solutions on the board... exactly from the answer sheet, word for word, no kidding. You may think that he's a new guy, it's his first class.. so he's not used to teaching. But Ling checked, he's PhD holder~! One would expect more explanation than plain copy-and-paste solutions from a PhD holder. Oh... and guess what subject he's tutoring us? Yup, it's Advanced E. I'm so gonna fail this subject this sem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's about it. I'll TRY to get some sleep now. *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Attention to all WWW readers~! It's the flu season. Be sure you dress warmly, drink sufficient water and get enough rest (despite my "insomnia".. I do take afternoon naps to compensate the lack of sleep).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This message is brought to you by Weirdo of Piggy Inc. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113277536264531981?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113277536264531981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113277536264531981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/thursday-blues.html' title='Thursday Blues...'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113210896148944022</id><published>2005-11-16T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:42:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory...</title><content type='html'>Received a sms from Jade this morning during class. Pn Maziah Mat Sam, my BM teacher back in Form 1 and History teacher in Form 2 just passed away due to prolonged illness. She was the very teacher who commented something about Shi Leng... that I find quite true. Of course, I won't say it here la... do you remember what it is, Shi Leng??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a nice person. I enjoyed her history classes. It's hard to find a teacher who can actually make history class fun. In fact, I think I've only enjoyed her history classes and Pn Habsah's. Sighhhh.. it's just sad knowing that one of the teachers whom you've been under before passed away so suddenly. Deepest condolences to her family....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113210896148944022?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113210896148944022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113210896148944022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-loving-memory.html' title='In loving memory...'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113207343195116305</id><published>2005-11-16T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:50:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the club~ :P</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LILENG~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRYSTAL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice if you guys are back in M'sia... oh, but Wee Kuan's back though :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113207343195116305?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113207343195116305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113207343195116305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/welcome-to-club-p.html' title='Welcome to the club~ :P'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113180747832257978</id><published>2005-11-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:57:58.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New clip</title><content type='html'>Uploaded a different clip. I think the stunts are more impressive than the martial arts guy. Maybe this clip, the stunts are camera trick... but I don't think so lor. I remember watching a documentary on this "sport"... if I've not mistaken it's called "free running"...but in this clip it's called "street climb". Whatever it's called.. it's amazing~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113180747832257978?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113180747832257978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113180747832257978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-clip.html' title='New clip'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113138168209339228</id><published>2005-11-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:41:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory, glory Man Utd~!</title><content type='html'>Nyahahahahahaha~! Man Utd defied all odds and beat Chelsea~! Glory, glory Man Utd~! And Alan Smith won the Man of the Match award. Hah~! That'll make Roy Keane eat up all his words for that criticism he lashed out on some players at Old Trafford. Alan Smith after all is a striker... asking him to play in midfield is not his thing, but at least he's trying. He needs time to adjust you know... Rome wasn't build in a day.. Hello? *knock on Roy Keane's head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw Kino today. FYI, Kino happens to be a shih tzu belonging to Mum's friend. He's SO cute and &lt;em&gt;manja&lt;/em&gt;. You should see how Mum's friend cuddles him like a baby. Mum's friend literally treats Kino as her son (she has no children of her own, see). Kino's about 10 years old now and he has a heart problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mum's friend, he's taking pills to stabilize his condition. And because of his old age, he can't really listen/hear well. In fact, he sometimes doesn't even have the strength to stand on all 4 legs... so much so that Mum's friend had to buy those anti-slip mats to ensure he can walk about around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this friend of Mum really adores her pet dog. She's also a dog lover. Practically the whole house is filled with "doggy ornaments." Seriously~ There are prolly more than 20 decos there that are dogs. Wahh.. how nice if my house were like that in future. Everywhere I see... all dogs~! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see Pooky?? Drums roll, pls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Pooky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/Pooky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Eeyore%20and%20Pooky.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/Eeyore%20and%20Pooky.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahahahahahahaha~! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113138168209339228?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113138168209339228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113138168209339228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/glory-glory-man-utd.html' title='Glory, glory Man Utd~!'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113129070513179320</id><published>2005-11-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:29:01.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day, long entry</title><content type='html'>So today I went to watch Chicken Little with Mima, Jie Huei and Xin Yee. Would've preferred to watch it in Bkt Raja, but couldn't get to book tickets so settled for Sunway Pyramid. Guess what? We lost our way there. I was supposed to turn right after the cable bridge on Federal... I pulak turned left. *paiseh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we were late to collect the tickets I booked earlier for the 11am show. Luckily there's the 1130am slot. *phew* Strolled around before we entered the cinema. Mima got some prezzies for friends, Xin Yee got herself a small lil handbag thingy, Jie Huei and her obsession for butterflies.. got herself a butterfly-patterned bagpack and I.... obviously got nothing la. I mean, I've never been the shopping kinda person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chicken Little was quite an entertaining show, but it's too short a movie la. Slightly over an hour only. Wished it was longer. All the things happened so fast. One thing led to another and before we knew it, it's all over. And the ending, a bit the simple. No matter, Chicken Little is still cute. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Memory Lane and spent almost an hour there. Mima and Xin Yee were choosing cards, Jie Huei and I were walking around. I happened to come across this cute lil teddy bear which is the same teddy belonging to the comic character Garfield, on display. It was ADORABLE~! And Mima agreed too. It's more of a Christmas gift 'cos the bear a.k.a Pooky wears the Santa hat thingy. The eyes were some sort like Eeyore's. Considerably big, black and blur-looking. In short, it was cute la. But since I bought Eeyore yesterday and Pooky was expensive, I didn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the place after they paid their stuffs and headed on to Pizza Hut for lunch. When we arrived at the place, it was already 2pm. By the time food was served and we finished eating, it was almost 3pm. Then Mima excused herself for awhile. After she came back, we went to hunt for some hair accesories for teacher. I, being obviously the one with LEAST knowledge on these kinda stuffs so followed them around while the picked the items. When we left Pyramid, it was almost 330pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were obviously late already. Told teacher will be there about 3pm. The traffic on the way out of Pyramid was no help either. In the end, we reached teacher's place at slightly past 4pm. See, Mima, Jie Huei together Xin Yee wanted to bake some cake and cookies for teacher for her birthday. They asked me if I was interested in going and I said ok. And I figured since we were going together, might as well go watch Chicken Little before that. Would've asked Eve to come along had she not gone to China on holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we went there and Mima was SO taken in by their latest TV set. Mima and I were even joking on "taking care" of the house (by watching tonight's match between MU and Chelsea on their widescreen plasma TV) while sir and teacher are away for dinner tonight :p Mima always gets caught by teacher when she starts whispering to any of us about certain stuffs and when asked to explain herself, she'll get all Mima-ish. It was real funny la... the way she tries to explain but not wanting to explain herself :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left teacher's place close to 6pm. Dropped Mima off last at Klang Club. When I reached home, she gave me a call and said she left a bag in the car. And it was for me~! Belated birthday prezzie. That was the reason why Mima excused herself after lunch. Guess what it is?? POOKY~! Arigato gozaimasu, Mima~! Next time I really must zip my mouth whenever I find something cute, something I like or something I plan to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I said I wanted to get a new dobok, the uni gang got me one for my birthday... without even me realizing. I mean, can you imagine? They didn't know my size so Ling opened the wardrobe and got the pants and measured the length of it, when I was sleeping, so they won't get me the wrong size~! Then now just because I said Pooky was cute, Mima got me Pooky. Must shut my mouth in future. Don't get me wrong, I like the prezzies. But I think there's no need to spend that kinda money ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that's about it for now. Another 40 mins and the match will begin. I'm hoping against all odds that MU will win. But let's face the fact la... Chelsea's too strong a team, even for MU. For all I know, I may get so heartache that I'll watch the first half only and then sleep. After all, I didn't get much sleep yesterday. Aunt, Uncle and cousins came over to put a night at my place. Not enough place to sleep, so Mum, Dad, Jo ended up sleeping on the sofa(s) while I slept on the sleeping bag... with a teeny, weeny pillow O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113129070513179320?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113129070513179320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113129070513179320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-day-long-entry.html' title='Long day, long entry'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113119893091775871</id><published>2005-11-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:55:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawaii desu yo~!</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, let me present to you the latest edition in Sue Anne's collection of soft toys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Eeyore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/Eeyore.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't he a cutie??? Yes, it's an oversized-headed Eeyore. Cute or not? Cute or not?? Actually saw this Eeyore quite some time back but didn't want to buy it 'cos it was kinda expensive then. Saw it again today in Sogo KL and got discount. Not much of a discount though... but this time I couldn't help myself. It's now or never :P So, I bought it and ta daaa~! Now I have 2 Eeyores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this picture is as you requested, Ms Tan... though you didn't ask me to upload them, but considering the fact that I hardly come online these days and won't be able to chat with you online as often, here it is... my collection of soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Toys%20without%20Porky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/Toys%20without%20Porky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the piggy bolster and the other piggy on the extreme right are still wrapped. "Mm seh tak" open laaa :P Don't have that much soft toys compared to Evelyn.. but it's still a handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~! Remember I mentioned Porky and its size? The photo below says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Toys%20with%20Porky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/Toys%20with%20Porky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot it?? Okay.. maybe it doesn't look that big here. But it's really about half my size. Yes, I'm 21. Yes, I'm a childish 21 year old. So sue me -________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching all 15 episodes of War and Beauty and I'm now waiting for the next 15 episodes which Mum will get it from her friend, hopefully by tomorrow. At where I stopped, Charmaine Sheh really fell for Bowie Lam already and was wondering if he felt the same way too. But when she saw Bowie Lam and Gigi Lai together, she was heartbroken and had no qualms in um... approaching and "getting the emperor's attention". But the fact is... I think Bowie Lam has no feelings whatsoever on the two girls lor.. at least, I think he hasn't YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Gigi Lai, I think she's also falling for him already. You're right again, Shi Leng. Bowie Lam's character a bit the stupid oso. He tries to be helpful although he always ask people not to get involved. So much for "practice what you preach." And now, Maggie Cheung knows Moses Chan likes her and she's avoiding him. Still don't understand how she will end up being a concubine and how he gets to be a high ranking officer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113119893091775871?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113119893091775871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113119893091775871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/kawaii-desu-yo.html' title='Kawaii desu yo~!'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113112514890214292</id><published>2005-11-05T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:25:48.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi~ I'm back~! Was thinking about songs.. and then this song popped up. Mentioned before that this is the very song that got me hooked on to Jay Chou's pieces. This song maybe a few years old, but it is still by far one of Jay's best songs...IMHO. Being a banana, I obviously didn't understand what the song meant. And it sure didn't help knowing Jay's "pronounciation" ain't that clear. So I looked up on the net, read the lyrics and was totally moved by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the translation that I read was a bit funny... 'cos I think they translated it word for word. So, it sounds a bit weird. Anyone can help me with the translation of certain lines ar (it's in chinese fonts)? I've changed the direct translation a bit so it sounds less weird...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All's left to accompany me is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The piano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sleeping cello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The old silence...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've made it clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you will not miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me you grieved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I don't believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holding you, being with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's now all history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he really loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much more than I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I will slowly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But surely leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要我說多難堪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not want to part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼還要我用微笑來帶過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't the ability&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;包容你也接受他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need not worry about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will see it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have gone far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will slowly drift away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼我連分開都遷就著你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really haven't the ability&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安靜的沒這麼快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I love you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113112514890214292?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113112514890214292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113112514890214292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/translation-anyone.html' title='Translation, anyone?'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113112152585270524</id><published>2005-11-05T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:25:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War and Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Do not read this entry if you plan to follow the series. It'll be a bit of a spoiler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched till episode 13 liao. Saving the last 2 episodes I have with me so I can spend time watching it tmr. Otherwise, I won't have anything to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, episode 11-13 was &lt;em&gt;kan cheong~!&lt;/em&gt; I watched all back-to-back. I mean, who wouldn't? You're right, Shi Leng. Maggie Cheung's character is a bit the stupid. I understand she wants to protect those under her and do not want to harm anyone, but she risked her life~ Then she got bethrothed to the stupid elderly eunuch because of her reluctance in revealing Charmaine Sheh's identity, which could have been prevented if she js cooperated with Sheren Tang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, this eunuch marrying part doesn't make sense. He is a eunuch~! Why does he need to marry? And he doesn't want Maggie Cheung to have contact with the guys. Then he asked his nephew (who works in the palace, but ain't a eunuch) to rape her for "disobeying" him and "flirt" with Moses Chan and the other guy. If that eunuch wasn't a eunuch, I would've love to castrate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there's the case between Gigi Lai and Charmaine Sheh. Finally~! They're no longer "chi mui" and they no longer have to put on a show in front of each other. Sheeesh.. all this jealousy, betrayal, conspiracy... all just to get the emperor's attention and power. I think of all characters, the emperor should be the one killed. He is, after all.. the root of all this. No useless emperor, no war between concubines. But then again, there'll be no "war and beauty" then :p    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And Charmaine Sheh is falling for Bowie Lam now. Still think he's too old for her and Gigi Lai. Oh... off screen, apparently Bowie Lam and Gigi Lai are dating. Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113112152585270524?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113112152585270524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113112152585270524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/war-and-beauty.html' title='War and Beauty'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113109602506111540</id><published>2005-11-04T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:25:25.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shi Chi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Own a BMW ^_^&lt;br /&gt;2. Visit Old Trafford&lt;br /&gt;3. Own a labrador, a golden retriever and also a jack russell terrier&lt;br /&gt;4. See all 7 wonders of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Learn how to play the guitar FOR REAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Build a nice, comfy home.. (note: I didn't say big and posh ya... there's a diff :P)&lt;br /&gt;7. [to be added later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I could do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At the moment? Quite a few. For one, I can type.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. Walk&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk&lt;br /&gt;6. See/Observe/Look... however it is that you describe sight.&lt;br /&gt;7. Let's not forget the sense of smell and touch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: I mentioned "at the moment"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 celebrity crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/RYAN%20GIGGS.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/RYAN%20GIGGS.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ryan Giggs (Man Utd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/smithy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/smithy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Alan Smith (Man Utd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/raul.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/raul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Raul Gonzales (Real Madrid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/shevchenko.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/shevchenko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Andriy Shevchenko (AC Milan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/jang%20dong%20gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/jang%20dong%20gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Jang Dong Gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/won%20bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/won%20bin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Won Bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/brad%20pitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/brad%20pitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*What?? Footballers ARE celebrities, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 often repeated words/phrase/expressions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Uh-huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Sighhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Ugh~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. /:) (raise eyebrow) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. -___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Baka~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 traits I look for in the opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Refer to 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Refer to 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Refer to 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Refer to 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Refer to 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Refer to 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Refer to MAX~! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Would've just put "refer to Max" right at no. 1, but putting it last... more fun :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're wondering why I suddenly got this "seven thingy bug"... it's because my sister INSISTED that I post it up, since I'm all bored now :p The title "Shi Chi" means "seven" in Japanese. That's about it for now.... wanna continue watching War and Beauty :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113109602506111540?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113109602506111540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113109602506111540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/shi-chi.html' title='Shi Chi'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113104029321109965</id><published>2005-11-04T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T01:51:33.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone watched Sepet? If so, can someone PLEASE explain to me how it ended? First, they showed Jason lying, bleeding on the road. The next thing, he picked up Orked's phone call. So did he die or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't make sense... why in the whole wide world would someone say, "I made a girl pregnant, I'm taking care of her at the moment... but after she delivers the child, I'm coming back to you." Who in their right mind could say such a thing? The case would be different if he wasn't the father of the child. But they didn't say he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides these two points... and some not-so-good cinematography, I think the movie was hillarious. Especially Orked's family. Jason's acting... kinda flat, but maybe it's just his character to look downright blur and mc². And the "explanation" on how the Baba Nyonya community came about was funny. The whole movie was kinda cute. Not very good acting, but the scenes were entertaining. No wonder the movie won numerous awards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113104029321109965?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113104029321109965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113104029321109965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/anyone-watched-sepet-if-so-can-someone_04.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113100162147611788</id><published>2005-11-03T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:07:01.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank goodness I did not stay up late to catch the live telecast of the match between Man Utd and Lille, otherwise I would've died of a heart attack~! 2nd defeat in a row... and they're up against Chelsea this weekend. Sighh Sighh Sighh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum managed to get the VCD of War and Beauty from a friend. So, I can watch the whole series after all... well, sorta. Mum's friend watched the first half of the whole series and she passed that on to us. She's still watching the 2nd half. At the moment, I've the first 15 episodes. Watched half of that already. Should be able to finish all 15 by the end of this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;From what I've seen, Charmaine Sheh's character ain't that bad after all. She's the "bad guy"... but only because of her obligations. Gigi Lai's character, at first I thought she's js a naive and spoiled brat... but I was wrong. She's EEEeeeeVVVVvvvvvIIiiiiiiLLLLLlllll :P Sheren Tang's character on the other hand, I suppose she's just power crazy. The best is still Maggie Cheung's character ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohhh... forgive me on the "outdated" song on this blog. Wanted to upload other songs, but can't seem to upload any file that's above 5MB. So, I had to settle for this song. But I think this song's nice... I mean, it's a sad song. Sad and meaningful song, no? At least I think it is. My sister doesn't seem to like it though. Oh well, it is MY blog, ain't it? I get to put up whatever song I like :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113100162147611788?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113100162147611788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113100162147611788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-goodness-i-did-not-stay-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113077172858277274</id><published>2005-10-31T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:35:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated... sort of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since Ms Tan complained I didn't update so here I am, updating my blog... but I seriously have no idea what to update on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't go out to catch any movie(s) &lt;em&gt;('cos I'm waiting for Chicken Little...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Didn't hang out with friends &lt;em&gt;(most of them are not on hols, unlike me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Didn't go on a holiday (&lt;em&gt;'cos my sis is having her SPM this year)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Didn't go shopping (&lt;em&gt;you think my family runs a bank kah???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've been pretty much at home during the past 3 over weeks of hols. Pathetic? Couldn't agree more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. but I did find a new pet shop in town. Quite a big place, located at Bkt Tinggi. Saw a few CUTE puppies there. In fact, found 2 puppies of the same breed as Max. Can hardly find Max's breed around here. So, I was kinda shocked to see two puppies of that breed for sale there. They're plain ADORABLE. There's also shih tzus, a cocker spaniel, and some gigantic cat. You wouldn't believe its size. It's a huge as a maybe 5 month old Golden Retriever. Wonder what they feed it with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes~!! OMG~ You should see the hamsters there. There was this particular hamster in its cage (of course).... there weren't any of those wheels or toys in the cage for the hamsters to play with... only a small lil bowl where some of them sleep in. This cute hamster started somersaulting~! Serious~! It jumps into the bowl, lean its back on the edge of the bowl, somersaults, runs back into the bowl and starts somersaulting again. Non-stop (at least, the whole time we were in the shop)~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok... it's stupid to update on somersaulting hamsters, but hey, I seriously have nothing to blog about. Got another week before sem starts. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113077172858277274?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113077172858277274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113077172858277274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/updated-sort-of.html' title='Updated... sort of...'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-113060660083592226</id><published>2005-10-30T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:23:20.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid~!</title><content type='html'>I'm up to watch the game between Man Utd and Middlesborough. And guess what? It's half time now and Middlesborough are up 3 goals~! There goes Man Utd's title hopes. Dang~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-113060660083592226?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113060660083592226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/113060660083592226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid.html' title='Stupid~!'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112997808459895595</id><published>2005-10-22T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:48:04.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One word to describe my holidays so far: BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last 2.5 weeks "perfecting the art of couch potato-ing" :p Let's see... I've watched:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gothika&lt;br /&gt;2. Nemesis Game&lt;br /&gt;3. Win a date with Tad Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;4. Murder without Conviction&lt;br /&gt;5. Gracie's Choice&lt;br /&gt;6. Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them aren't blockbuster movies and all, but I personally like Gracie's Choice and Love Actually's kinda fun. I mean, I'm no fan of romance stories, but I think the "short story" between Colin Firth and his housekeeper is  kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides movies, there's the canto drama series too. The 8.30pm series on Wah Lai Toi is pretty hillarious and they js started a new series on the 9.30pm slot. Don't really fancy Charmaine Sheh (or however you spell her name), but I do like Maggie Cheung. I know I'll never be able to follow the whole series once the sem starts but heck, Maggie Cheung's in it~! Good enough reason for me to watch even if I dun know the ending :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the football matches. Man Utd will be facing Tottenham today and honestly, I don't think they can win. If Man Utd's lucky, they'll get away with a draw. I'm still very much a Man Utd supporter, don't get me wrong. But seriously, I doubt they'll be able to out-perform Tottenham. But if they do, all the better~! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I did play table tennis with Eve last Saturday and bak kut teh-ed with Yen Lu, Sing Kin, William, and Eve's dad, bro and his gf. We also sorta celebrated Phang's birthday last Sunday after Convent class... at a mamak stall. Very unconventional, but it was early and Secret Recipe wasn't opened yet. So, mamak food it was... much to Zhi Jun's dismay, I think. But at least she did eat faster this time compared to our last mamak food outing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's about it. Now, I have another 2.5 weeks to go before my new sem starts and less than a week before my last sem's results are released. I'm SO dead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112997808459895595?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112997808459895595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112997808459895595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-word-to-describe-my-holidays-so.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112956146866936123</id><published>2005-10-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T23:15:50.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa Numa ei~!</title><content type='html'>Was so happy when Chelsea was a goal down after their first half against Bolton... but at the end of the full 90 minutes, Chelsea scored 5 goals in the 2nd half. Bolton lost. Dang~! Was so hoping Chelsea will end their unbeaten record. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter now. Man Utd won~! Let's do the Numa Numa Dance...~!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed name="FlashContent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://uploads.ungrounded.net/206000/206373_numanuma.swf" width="435" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This "dance" is taken from www.newsground.com and it's kinda an old clip. Got into it back when I heard it on one of Chicken Little's trailers. Cute~! And also 'cos it so happened Yee Yong sent me the flash a few days before watching the trailer. Had I not gotten the flash, I wouldn't know what song this is~!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: I would suggest that you stop the Daniel Powter song before playing this clip. And I think the clip with subtitle's the best ;) &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112956146866936123?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112956146866936123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112956146866936123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/numa-numa-ei.html' title='Numa Numa ei~!'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112929718070634124</id><published>2005-10-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:39:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been a bad bu bu... promised a friend to come online last Friday to continue our initial conversation, but I totally forgot and when she sms-ed me, I wasn't at home and hence, couldn't go online. And this Friday (today)... I again forgot about it. Very paiseh.... CT³, very sorry ar... ffk so many times... :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112929718070634124?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112929718070634124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112929718070634124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry.html' title='SORRY~!'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112908652233896059</id><published>2005-10-12T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:08:42.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch~</title><content type='html'>My body's aching all over. I walk like a duck, walk up and down the stairs like an elderly grandma (I know some "kid" ie. Zhi Jun calls me grandma,  but it's only a figure of speech... heck, I'm only 21~!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm sick, you're soooo wrong. I'm not the one having stomach ulcer like Eve or suspected of having galstones in my stomach like my cousin bro. Not having dengue or the usual sorta illness. I'm js plain.... unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Man Utd's playing against Sunderland this Saturday. They had better win...and Bolton had better defeat Chelsea. Otherwise, it'll really be a one-horse race... or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: I used to like Chelsea when Ranieri was manager and Zola was there. Yes, I maybe a teeny weeny bit envious of the Chelsea team now. I mean, who wouldn't? Because of their 'financial status', they've "seduced" great players like Robben, Essien and still in the tug-0f-war with Man Utd over John Obi Mikel... to think Peter Kenyon used to work in Old Trafford. Good riddance to them~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112908652233896059?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112908652233896059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112908652233896059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/ouch.html' title='Ouch~'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112887112875925913</id><published>2005-10-09T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:18:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRHTDAY SHI LENG~!</title><content type='html'>I'm 23 hrs and 18 minutes late.. but HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, SHI LENG~! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112887112875925913?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112887112875925913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112887112875925913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birhtday-shi-leng_09.html' title='HAPPY BIRHTDAY SHI LENG~!'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112886711423675736</id><published>2005-10-09T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:11:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size DOES matter.. apparently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So today I woke up early (as usual) and got ready for Convent class. But like always, I'll walk Max first. After walking Max, I was at the garden area and my grandma (half-grandma, that is) stopped by from her usual morning walks and talked to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Granny: How come you're not in school??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sue: Um.. it's Sunday. There's no school on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Granny: Oh.. yeah. You still studying there? The ACS or that school nearby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sue: Oh.. no. I'm in uni right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Granny: Ohhh.... what about your "tua chi" (elder sister)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sue: -_________________________-" .... .... ... Um, I am the oldest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Granny: Eh, yeah ah? I've mistaken. Then your younger sister still studying in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sue: Yeah. She's in form 5 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so, our conversation ended 'cos I had to rush for Convent. Sighhh.. js because my sister's taller than me, it doesn't mean she's older you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112886711423675736?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112886711423675736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112886711423675736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/size-does-matter-apparently.html' title='Size DOES matter.. apparently'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112858546586796595</id><published>2005-10-06T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T15:57:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm addicted. Totally addicted. Haven't stopped for the past few days... I told myself no, but I couldn't resist the temptation. Who could say "No" to &lt;em&gt;Desperated Housewives?&lt;/em&gt;  Yes people. I AM addicted to Desperate Housewives. Watched episode 1-15 since I came back home on Tuesday evening. Each episode's about 45mins. You do the maths... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;That's why I haven't been online as regularly as I would usually do. In fact, if Dad hadn't asked me to wait for him to come back from work so we could all watch together, I would've finished the whole season 1 tonight itself. I mean, I've only got another 8 more episodes. Considering the fact I watched 15 episodes in less than 48 hours, another 8 episodes is nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Went over to Megamall yesterday with Jo and Mum. Got my nephew his first birthday prezzie and my cousin bro his prezzie too. Ohhh.. I forgot to mention. Guess what my cousin's got me for my birthday? It kinda caught me by surprise... 'cos well, my cousins and I don't really give one another prezzies. We wish one another, there were a few occasions where they celebrated my chinese birthday (they celebrate mooncake festival and my chinese birthday's one day after that... so it's sorta like a joint celebration thingy). So yeah.. we don't really exchange gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;This year however, my cousin bro (who's 21 too) and I had a joint celebration last Saturday. They prepared a lot of food. So much that Eve , Lee Hong and I had to go 4-5 servings. Yes, I invited Eve and Lee Hong over since they knew my cousin bro. Would've invitied more but those others who knew my cousin bro are either abroad or having exams. Thought of inviting those who didn't know my cousin bro too.. but then, I guessed it'll be pretty awkward for them. So yeah... in the end, only Eve and Lee Hong came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Lee Hong got bombarded a few times (as usual :p). See, when you put Eve and Lee Hong together, they're bound to argue (jokingly, that is). Lee Hong will usually (if not, always) be the one left speechless at the end of the argument &lt;em&gt;(I hope Lee Hong isn't readhing this.. *fingers crossed*).&lt;/em&gt; I've seen that a couple of times before but none of it can compare to the time when my cousin bro bombarded her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Here's how it went... my cousin sis, PS is 9 years old. It's the first time Eve and Lee Hong met her. She was at our table so Eve, Lee Hong and I were talking to her. Then the birthday boy, my cousin, KS appeared. He joined us. I think Lee Hong wanted to "zha"KS so she asked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Lee Hong : PS, who's a better brother? Your 2nd brother (KT) or your third brother (KS)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;PS: Um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;KS: Eh, PS... Mama said we cannot simply talk to strangers...shhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;You should have seen the look on Lee Hong's face.. sheer frustration. I suppose that's how one reacts when your plan backfires :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;That happened not too long after the cut-the-cake thingy. Ohhh.. this time, my 4-year old cousin bro didn't blow the candles. He was with us when we sang the birthday song. But when we were about to blow the candles, I think his mum pulled him away from the cake. Cute, don't you think? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Unfortunately, we forgot to bring our cameras. Got one last minute and could only manage to get a few shots (&lt;em&gt;see Sze Huey, it's not that there were plenty of photos to share... :p&lt;/em&gt;) Haven't asked the pics from them yet though... but it was great la =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;*smacks head* I was supposed to reveal what my cousins' got me. Got too carried away.. anyway, my cousins got me a BABY G WATCH WORTH RM300~! It's light blue in colour n I believe it's a special edition. It has tiny paw prints at the end of the strap and the watch itself has a background image of a cat. You have no idea how shocked and touched I was. My sister was soooooooooo um... I wouldn't use the word jealous or angry, it's too strong a word. Frustrated would be a better word to describe it, maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Bottomline is my sister was _________(fill in the blank yourself :p) when she saw the prezzie. Can't really blame her. Dad already gotten me a Swatch watch not too long ago and it was about the same price as the Baby G. She was complaining that she doesn't have a watch when she needs one and I have two watches now and each is worth more than RM300. I told her we could share, but she said, "no. i'll get one myself using my OWN money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;The thing with my sister is she's a very determined person. If she said she's going to get it, she's going to get it. And guess what? She already gotten one. Yup, that's how determined she is. Bought it yesterday when we were are Megamall. Nike. Cost her RM100+. Yes, she REALLY used her own money. Made me feel kinda bad 'cos well, none of my watches were bought with my own money. Heck, a LOT of things of mine weren't from my own pocket. Some kinda &lt;em&gt;independent&lt;/em&gt; 21 year old I am, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112858546586796595?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112858546586796595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112858546586796595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-addicted.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112809802077443622</id><published>2005-10-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:33:40.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have so many things to blog about.. but so little time. I'll try to note down whatever I can la ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The past week had been horrible due to the exams and the absence of my computer on my desk. My 2nd exam paper was VERY bad. We were supposed to answer 4 out of 6 questions and sadly, I couldn't confidently answer any of them. It's the worse paper I've set for throughout my entire life (up till now, that is). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose one can expect a difficult paper set by Dr C. He's a very young guy (at most 28) and he's already gotten his PhD, which in turn tells you (indirectly) he's the "no-nonsense" kinda guy. According to a friend, another lecturer once commented that tele students (that's students majoring in telecommunications...which includes me) sure have it tough 'cos Dr C's more-or-less their subject major's coordinator as he has very high expectations from the students. He can really torture... not physically, but u get what I mean la... sighh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But hey, who am I kidding? Not being able to answer the question is no fault of the lecturer or coordinator. I didn't prepare well enough and I didn't study hard enough. That's that. No one to blame but myself. Sighhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not having to face the computer for one week made it even more miserable. I know I ownself asked for it since I was the one who &lt;em&gt;pandai-pandai&lt;/em&gt; bring the computer back. I must say that I did concentrate better without the comp around. But at the same time, facing the notes the entire day without any form of entertainment is a torture. Yes, I have my sister's discman and portable mini radio with me. Yes, William and Shy Jiun lent a few CDs to me.. but still....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, in the end, I resorted to sleeping. I sleep at average 10 hrs a day. That's 8 hrs at night and 2hrs in the evening. But even sleeping got a bit "boring" after some time. I know that sounds  absurd, especially when it's coming from a person who enjoys sleeping... but it's true. I js got so restless... so restless that at the end of the 5-day torture that I decided to drive to Putrajaya all by myself to ease a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Alamanda without any navigator aka William or May Ling with me. I got lost a few times, both to and from the place, but I suppose one learns through mistakes. I would like to think that May Ling or William won't need to direct me to the place anymore in future. Which is good... I mean, I've driven there a few times but can never seem to remember the roads well enough. After this "experiment"... I think I should be able to go there without any help kua.. *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did play "Othello" with Shy before I drove around though. First time. Lost flat out to Shy, no doubt. But it was fun. At least something to take my mind of them notes. After I came back from Alamanda, Shy and I talked for almost an hour. Maybe more, I can't remember. Didn't really take note. Talked about school life, generally. Ahhhh... how I missed school days. It js never is the same now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah yes, I talked to a friend (online) earlier today. Made me realize that small gestures from some people have such a great impact on others. Kinda made me think if I've been nice to anyone. I thought and I thought on my secondary school life and I realized that I wasn't that friendly nor that good towards many people lor. Hmmmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112809802077443622?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112809802077443622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112809802077443622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112753256988042498</id><published>2005-09-24T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:36:00.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meant to upload these pics earlier but I keep forgetting to bring the camera over to campus to upload into my PC. Anyway, now that my PC's back at home.. haha.. no more excuses la :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/DSCN0119.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was taken at my cousin's place. Celebrated my birthday there. That's my youngest cousin brother, Eu Jet. He's 4 this year (i think?) and my cousin sister, Puay Sze. She's about 6 years older than me. Talking about Jet.. it was so funny. During the "blowing-the-cake" time.. naturally I called him and my newphew, Isaac over la. I told them to blow the candle together, at the count of 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sue: 1........2.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Jet blows candle* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sue: 3 .......?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isaac: *blink**blink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose kids will always be kids... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooo.. Me carrying Isaac~! Isn't he a cutie?? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/DSCN0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/DSCN0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/DSCN0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/DSCN0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Isaac with his mum. He looks sleepy 'cos it was near his bedtime. But.. isn't he adorable?? :D My cousin bro, his father is at the background. But his image blurry la.. looking on is my other cousin sister, Puay San. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohhh.. and I've a newfound IDOL~! Yes, you heard right. Wanna see him in action?? Click &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/fansites/petstar/videogallery/season3/ep307_winner.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It'll take quite awhile to load though.. but it's worth it ^_^ At least to me, it is :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112753256988042498?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112753256988042498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112753256988042498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/meant-to-upload-these-pics-earlier-but.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112739605876794150</id><published>2005-09-22T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T21:43:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm O-L-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost forgot one of my cousin bro.. his name is Kok Yew *smacks head* totally forgotten about him till just now. I don't usually refer him as KY see.. 'cos we usually call him Daryl. Anyway, yeah.. that's about it :P Back to notes.. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112739605876794150?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112739605876794150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112739605876794150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-o-l-d.html' title='I&apos;m O-L-D'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112738604678137402</id><published>2005-09-22T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:51:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishes and how my name came to be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's my Mum's birthday today. Happy birthday, MUM~! =) I know my Mum doesn't read my blog so I send her birthday wishes here is of no use but still... thought I'd give a shoutout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And guess what? Crystal and Jade's mum's birthday is tmr~! So, Happy birthday Mrs Chan~! My cousin's, Kok Seong's birthday is next Thursday so... Happy advanced birthday to you~! Again, they don't read my blog but aiya, it's my blog right? I get to choose what I wanna post up ma. At the moment, I'm in the mood of sending birthday wishes, so yeah.. sending birthday wishes I shall :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, back to what I was supposed to blog on... how my name came to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I was conceived, my parents had already thought of names for their kids. Had either my sister or I been a boy, we would have been named Kok Kuan (or was it Kok Keong??). See, the boys in the "Phuar" family and in my generation are to have "Kok" as their middle name. My grandfather made it that way... so that's why we have Kok Seong, Kok Teong, Kok Chin and Kok Kim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;If my parents were to have a girl... it'll be Sue Anne (like duh~!). Why? According to my Mum, while Mum and Dad were on a tour in Europe, one of the tour group members had a lil girl named Sue Anne. I guess Mum kinda adored her 'cos she was very "kuai." If I remembered correctly, Mum said the girl didn't cause any trouble during the trip, didn't misbehave, didn't "lau kai" if she didn't get the things she wants and all that. So, at the back of her mind, she told herself that her first daughter will be named Sue Anne. After all, it was not a very common name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a common name.... &lt;/em&gt;I suppose at that time it wasn't that common la. But 1984 onwards.. it is a VERY common name. I mean, when I was in Assunta, there's Cheong Sue Ann. When I went over to MGS, lagi banyak. There's Lee Sue Ann, Woo Sue Anne, Koh Sue Ann, Lee Su Ann, Yeoh Sue Ann and in uni I came across a Ong Sue Ann. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But... I suppose the name Sue Anne is still not as common as Jo Anne. That's why my sis doesn't really like her name. Ohh.. in case you're wondering.. had my parents decided to maintain the "Sue" instead of "Anne" for my sister's name.. my sister would most probably be named "Sue Lyn(n)." Haha... when my sis got to know that she lagi geram. She prefers Sue Lyn(n) than Jo Anne. But, there's nothing much she can do about it now :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for my chinese name, since my Mum had already made up her mind on naming her first daughter as Sue Anne... all she had to do was find the chinese character to fit in. The chinese character "su" wasn't hard to find 'cos it's kinda common name for girls. The "anne" was a bit of a problem. She was contemplating on either using "en" or "an." After much thought, she finally decided to use "an." Why, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/su.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/su1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/400/su.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;seem to find a bigger image than this.. so this'll have to do. That's my middle name.. "su"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/en.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/400/en.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The character "en" my Mum contemplated on using as my last name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/an.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/400/an.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My last name... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well... as you can see, the chinese character "an"... is made up of the chinese character "nu" which means girl.. and it has a small little "roof" on top of it. Mum said since I'm a girl.. and the "roof" on top can be seen as &lt;em&gt;protection &lt;/em&gt;to the &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt; character, and the word itself means &lt;em&gt;safe&lt;/em&gt;, she decided to use that character lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing how chinese characters can be interprated, huh? My sister's chinese name lagi easy to find. The "anne" nonit to find chinese character to it already lor.. her middle name, "Jo".. in mandarin, it's pronounced as "yu"... but in hokkien, it's "ju"... so yeah.. her chinese name is pronounced as "yu an"... and it's more of a guy's name than a girl's name... which made my sis lagi geram :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/yu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/400/yu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister's middle name :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, there you have it folks~! Oh, btw.. this will be my last entry for the coming 2 weeks or so. Bringing the comp back home. No comp for me till after finals *sobs* Till then, ciaoz~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112738604678137402?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112738604678137402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112738604678137402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday-wishes-and-how-my-name-came.html' title='Birthday wishes and how my name came to be....'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112660741712262808</id><published>2005-09-13T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:56:06.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/birthday12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/birthday12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dang~ Shouldn't have worn white.. make me look so tanned (not js because it's dark at night) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/birthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/birthday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Picture taken at random.. didn't even know this shot was taken....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/birthday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/birthday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Don't ask me why my eyes are always closed. No.. it's not 'cos I was sleepy. As you can see.. I was looking at a different direction. Again, I didn't know this shot was taken.. until Yee Yong sent it to me :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;In blue on the far left we have Kae Ee, behind him is Khek, in orange is Satkuru, then Duncan, Yee Yong, Chin Yung and William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/birthday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/birthday4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;This is a better pic.. hey, my eyes are opened, k? But the flash was very bright.. so had to squint my eyes a bit :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/birthday5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh.. the girls. That's Chiaw Yin on the left, Charng Yee, May Ling, Vivien and Ming Chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/birthday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/birthday6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd shot with the girls... a better one, I think, compared to the one above.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112660741712262808?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112660741712262808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112660741712262808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/dang-shouldnt-have-worn-white.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112655269639159862</id><published>2005-09-13T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:22:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday celebration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm back again~!! Muahahaha.. so happy today :D Celebrated my belated birthday with bunch of uni friends js now, after my Basic Econs, Management and Accounts exam. It was sooo farnee. See, William and gang initially planned to pull me into the car when i step out of the exam hall and Chin Yung will drive us to the mamak place about 10-15 mins drive away from campus... and there, May Ling and gang will be waiting (I wasn't supposed to know they're there). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Unfortunately... I finished my exam early ('cos I dunno how to do) and so, left the hall early. I didn't know of the above mentioned plan, see. I went back to the room and May Ling was like... "OMG~! What are you doing here?" Being the already blur person I am.. plus the headache and flu and all... I was like, *blink blink* *think to myself.. I'm not supposed to be here? I'm in the right room right?* And then I noticed the birthday cake and the present (Ling js finished wrapping it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Aiseh... was so touched ar. May Ling then told the others about the foiled plan. Hahaha... I unknowingly spoiled my own birthday plans :P Anyway, we went to Seri Kembangan where some of us ordered supper to eat (including me). Then, we cut the cake, ate our supper, chatted awhile, took some pics and I opened my prezzie. I was SO SO SHOCKED~! Guess what the whole bunch of them got me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;A new tkd dobok~! I was like *mouth wide open* I know I was complaining that the dobok I use in uni is pretty old and the pants is very loose.. but I didn't expect them to get it for me. It's not cheap you know... Was VERY very touched. Thanks a lot ya, you guys. They are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;May Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Shy Jiun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Charng Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Vivien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ming Chu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chiaw Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yen Lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chin Yung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yee Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Januarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Khek Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Satkuru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kae Ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The celebration really made up for the VERY bad day I had today. Was initially very upset 'cos our audio mixer SUDDENLY couldn't function when it was supposed to be evaluated. Thankfully for us, we've still got tmr (make that today). Hopefully it can work now laaaaaa [-o&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wanted to upload some pics here.. but it's taking quite some time ar.. I'll upload it later on la. Got to get up early tmr morning for course registration and also lab again. Then tmr night have to finsh up Power Systems assignment.. which out of the 6 questions, I've not completed one full question at all. It's a bad way to start as a 21-year old.. but well, who cares? I've got a loving family (talking about family.. will update on my "celebration" with my relatives the next time around) and caring friends. It's more than one could ever wish for :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112655269639159862?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112655269639159862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112655269639159862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-birthday-celebration.html' title='My birthday celebration...'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112648666329302305</id><published>2005-09-12T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:21:14.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Haven't got much time to write a lengthy entry now...so, I'll cut it short ya. Wanna thank those who sent me birthday wishes and birthday gifts. I know most of them don't know I have a blog, what more read it... but thank you js the same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Huei&lt;br /&gt;Corrine&lt;br /&gt;Mima&lt;br /&gt;Jiin&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Jun and Miao Jun&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer and Sze Huey&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn and Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and Jade&lt;br /&gt;Shi Leng&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kuan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hui Ting&lt;br /&gt;Shoen Hwa&lt;br /&gt;Mashini&lt;br /&gt;Sofiah&lt;br /&gt;Lee Hong&lt;br /&gt;Li Leng&lt;br /&gt;Suet Leng&lt;br /&gt;Parvathy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;Shing Lih&lt;br /&gt;May Ling&lt;br /&gt;Satkuru&lt;br /&gt;Chin Yung&lt;br /&gt;Yee Yong&lt;br /&gt;William&lt;br /&gt;Januarius&lt;br /&gt;Yen Yen&lt;br /&gt;Pei Ching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiaw Yin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Han Siang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaik Hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ai Ling&lt;br /&gt;Tui&lt;br /&gt;Phang&lt;br /&gt;Ain and Fatin&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yee&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;all MGS and Convent TKD kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update more on my birthday soon... gtg lab now. Sleepless nights, panda eyes... HERE I COME~! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112648666329302305?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112648666329302305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112648666329302305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/havent-got-much-time-to-write-lengthy.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112619197022302402</id><published>2005-09-08T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:06:10.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear W³,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;          I'm surprisingly back again. I know I'm supposed to be reading my notes now. But the thought of reading notes on Economics, Management and Accountings is totally not appealing. VERY not appealing :p I shall blog awhile before I carry on with them notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;         It's Evelyn's birthday today but sadly, her aunt's mother-in-law from Singapore passed away a couple of days back. So she's in Singapore now. My deepest condolonces to Eve's aunt's family... read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/yinsynn"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; blog to know more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;         On another note, taekwondo training on Saturday has been postponed to Sunday 'cos schools in Klang will have extra classes to replace the "holiday" they had that day due to haze. Because of the change of training day, I won't be breakfast-ing with Zhi Jun and Phang on Saturday morning. But... at least I'll still be lunch-ing with Jo, Sze Huey, Jennifer and Fabian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;        Called Mum earlier to inform her about the change of plans and she told me that she'll be playing golf on Sunday afternoon and Dad will be attending a wedding luncheon. So, I suppose tkd training on Sunday is okay with them. But I won't be attending the 2nd class in MGS la. Either go back home or go straight back to campus after 1st class. Haven't finish studying for my Monday paper yet. Sighhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;         Ohhh.. and I spoke to Jie Huei via MSN yesterday night. She told me the sudden news on the postponed training day messed up all their plans. They initially planned to celebrate both Eve and my birthday on Saturday. But now that Eve's not around and I won't be going for 2nd class, their plans gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;         It's nice of them to plan for us. Truly am touched :) Although their plan "tak jadi"... but it's the thought that counts ma, right? :D Never expect them to remember my birthday what more celebrate? I know my birthday's easy to remember, but I think it takes quite a bit to remember people's birthday. To know that they remembered my birthday is sufficient enough for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;          Of course, I have many wants and desires that I wish I could have. If I could, I wish I could own a big gigantic house with plenty of maids, drive a BMW, travel around the world, wear designer clothes, have loads of cash to support my parents and finance my sis's studies, laze around and not study, hang out with friends more often, etc etc. But, who am I kidding? If life were to be so laid back and easy... I don't think life would be "life." Sighhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;         Anyway, I'd better get back to them notes now. Before I go... wanna post up a song I'm currently into. It's by Babyface and it's called "Sorry for the stupid things." First heard it on MTV.. it was a live performance. Was totally taken into the song. But now that William has downloaded and sent to me the original version, I think the live one better. More "emotion" to the song when he sang live. Here are the lyrics....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes we wish for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;When we have it good as it gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes the grass isn't greener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes we find out we forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I do stupid things to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I really don't mean it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just don't be a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not an excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just how it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes the wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't know that they're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes the strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ain't always so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Is gon' be a girlS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;he don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;God knows I don't mean to give it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So girl I'm sorry for the stupid things I wish I didn't do but I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh so sorry, oh no, oh so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I was smarter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wish I was a bit more like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Not making stupid decisions made at the last minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You live to regret when it's through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;And sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I do stupid things to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I really didn't mean it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just don't be a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not an excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just how it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes the wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't know that they're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes the strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't always be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Is gon' be a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;She don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;God knows I don't mean to give it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So girl I'm sorry for the stupid things I wish I didn't do but I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;              &lt;/em&gt;Till then W³, ciaoz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112619197022302402?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112619197022302402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112619197022302402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/dear-w-im-surprisingly-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112605664980939128</id><published>2005-09-07T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T10:03:18.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays aplenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Had initially contemplated on posting an entry either yesterday, today or tomorrow. Since today is in between yesterday and tomorrow... so I decided to post the entry today. Confused?? Wondering why I'm so indecisive on the day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED 23rd BIRTHDAY, JADE~!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY, ZHI JUN~!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ADVANCED 21st BIRTHDAY, EVELYN~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. if I were to post yesterday, it'll be happy birthday jade, happy advanced birthday zhi jun and happy advanced advanced birthday evelyn. And if I post it up tomorrow, then i'll be belated for zhi jun and belated belated for jade. Both sounds odd 'cos of the doubling of 'advanced' and 'belated.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when one says "belated" it can mean one day behind or one week behind or even months and "advanced" can be a day ahead or two or more. But... have to be more accurate ma. Need to be specific of the day/time and so, I take "belated" as a day behind and "belated belated" as two days behind. Same applies for "advanced" and "advanced advanced." Hmmmm... I think most of you will think that I am not making much sense here. But it doesn't matter, I'm weird after all, right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Jade, hope you manage to enjoy the remaining 1 hour of your birthday when I last sms-ed you :D and Zhi Jun, finally~! Couldn't really register in my head that you were still 16+ then. My brain can finally "process" now that you've touched 17 :P Eve... I know you don't read my blog anymore, but happy birthday js the same~! Hope you liked the prezzie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own birthday is another 4 days away but I've already received two prezzies *grins* My sister got me a sling bag from Radioactive *double grins* and Kelvin (Eve's br0) and Sze Huey got me something too. Have yet to open the prezzie. Will wait for the actual day before I open it *triple grins* :P Thanks a lot ya. Was really surprised to receive a prezze from my sis and Sze Huey and Kelvin. Didn't expect one from them. But either way, thanks a bunch~! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the others... don't need to get me anything ya. I've got what I want, I've got what I need. Don't waste your money on buying me gifts, 'cos to me, it's the thought that counts :) Alrighty. Have to go out liao. Till then, WWW.. ciaoz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112605664980939128?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112605664980939128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112605664980939128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthdays-aplenty.html' title='Birthdays aplenty'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112560094858788633</id><published>2005-09-02T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T12:21:59.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being non-pig for almost a day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't understand why I seem to sleep less nowadays. Even when I take afternoon/evening naps, it'll last for at most 1 hour. Usually, the piggy ol' me can sleep for like 2 hours (if time permits). My bedtime at average (for the past week or so) is 300am. Get up about 8-ish and sleep about an hour in the afternoon. I know it'll total up to almost 6 hours a day... but for me, it's usually not enough. Hmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've finally finished my Digital Communication &amp;amp; Telephony assignment~! And I did it all by myself~! No no.. this time it's an assignment where we get to choose if we want to do it individually or in groups. After the last assignment...no more group assignment for me, if possible. Anyway, back to the topic. Kinda proud of my "accomplishment". I mean, I can't tell or judge if it's a good report, but hey.. I spent quite a lot of time on it. The satisfaction is simply overwhelming. I know it's just an assignment but it's still an achievement for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now that I've completed one assignment, ANOTHER assignment has just been released a couple of days ago and it's due on Sept 14th. That's not my only worries. My Mini Project lab report which is supposed to be due today has not been touched. It's not my fault that I couldn't finish it. I did allocate time this evening to go to the lab and simulate the thing BUT... another lab session was going on and we weren't allowed to use it. Since that particular lab is the only lab in uni that has the software... I think 80% of the group has not completed it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tried to search the software online but it was useless. I know it's bad to do the lab report last minute.. but hey, Monday I had class from 10am-12noon and 2-5pm. The lab opens at 9am-12noon and 2-5pm. So Monday, no time to go lab. Tuesday I had class from 9am-7pm with a 12-1pm and 2-3pm break. Didn't go to the lab during the 2-3pm break 'cos I was too tired and I figured there was nothing much I could do in one hour. I later found out that the particular lab had another lab session going on too. So, Tuesday also no time to do. Wednesday was National's Day.. so everybody cuti. Thursday morning (at 9am) Ling went and the lab wasn't open. She waited for half an hour and it still wasn't open. When I went with her after class at 1145pm, it was already open but she wanted to close at 12pm. We asked if it'll be open in the evening and she said there was going to be ANOTHER lab session. So we couldn't use the lab AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Both Ling and I then consulted our lecturer and told him our problem. He said, "why you all do last minute?" At the back of my mind I was like, gee.. you told us on Friday afternoon that we have to submit the lab report the next Friday. That particular Friday, the lab that we were supposed to use for the simulation again had another lab session. In fact, the only free time slot the lab has is Thursday morning and Thursday morning the lab technician didn't open the lab till quite late. Of course, I didn't tell him that flat on his face la. We negotiated and finally he said he'll postpone the deadline to Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Actually, it'll make not much difference 'cos on Friday morning, we have the Mini Project lab and in the evening, that lab is occupied again. So, Ling and I went out to South City Plaza (SCP) in Seri Kembangan (SK) and Mines to hunt for the installer CD. Had to skip tkd training because of this *sigh* After dinner, we went to SCP but the place was SO deserted. Then, went over to Mines and finally got the CD. The whole journey from campus to SK for dinner, to SCP and then Mines and back to campus took us 3 hours. When we reach back, it was already 10pm and I did continued the Digital Comm report, did the finalization and some touching up. Just finished not too long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok.. I dunno what I'm talking about now. Been crapping a lot. I better go sleep. Lab tmr at 9am. Sighhhhhhhhh @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112560094858788633?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112560094858788633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112560094858788633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/being-non-pig-for-almost-day.html' title='Being non-pig for almost a day...'/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112511548998700774</id><published>2005-08-27T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:04:50.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ahhhhh... I finally can connect the net during weekends. No.. my sis's comp at home is still not working. Don't know what the problem is. Cousin said most likely motherboard spoiled liao. If we were to replace a motherboard, might as well get a new comp...so, now we're waiting for my sis to finish her SPM before Dad buys a new comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Why wait till after exams? 'Cos initially, my sister plans to go The One Academy (TOA) and pursue Animation (or stg liddat.. can't remember the course). Since it's all graphic designing and all... she'll need a very high-end computer and high end computers don't come cheap. Enroling into TOA without scholarship is already a hefty sum, and it's a 2+1 programme. Dad's going to retire in a year or two's time and to support her abroad will be quite taxing. If she can get scholarship, it'll be a different case la. But at the moment, we don't know yet. After much persuasion and discussion, she finally decided to go to MMU instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Undoubtedly TOA has a better reputation in that particular industry la, but I think MMU ain't that bad kua. I mean, hey, Jade graduated from MMU too right? :D Plus, if she were to go to TOA, she will still be staying at home. Mum and Dad thinks it's better for her to experience uni life and all. Let her be independent and all that stuff. That I'll have to agree la. She needs to learn to be more independent and realise that nothing comes easy. I'm not saying that life in MMU is much tougher than any other higher learning institutions, but aiya... dunno know how to put it in words *paiseh* I've only been to one uni (like duh~!) so I can't really compare. But it sure is an eye opener la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Of course, these kinda experiences, she can acquire in some other unis.. but I suppose there ain't many local campuses that offer the course she wants. If there were, I think it'll be kinda expensive lor... otherwise, it'll be a twinning progamme in which at the end of the day, it'll still be expensive :P So yeah... I suppose you can see my sis around in Cyberjaya campus next year. But if she can get scholarship, then good la. Would be nice if she can study abroad. We'll see. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;The only thing I'm worried now is she gets to carried away with the "freedom" that she'll go astray. She is after all one year younger than her peers. Keeping my fingers crossed she'll be sensible enough to set her priorities right. I suppose she is... but there's always this teeny weeny troubling feeling that says otherwise. Yes, I'm paranoid. I mean, don't u guys feel the same about your younger siblings? Oh well... let's just concentrate on her major exam at the end of the year... then only worry about her after-school-life :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Alrighty. Spent quite some time here liao. I've :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;1. Power Systems exam this Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;2. Digital Telephony and Network assignment due this Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;3. Audio Mixer project to complete next Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;4. Audio Mixer demo next Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;5. Accounting &amp; Management paper and Economics paper, back-to-back on the following Monday (12th Sept).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, it's stupid to have one exam right after another. And yes, I might not live to celebrate my 21st birthday with all that workload :P I'll try to survive la... but my survival skills not to say very the good la. Wish me luck~! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112511548998700774?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112511548998700774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112511548998700774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112494769775323381</id><published>2005-08-25T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:28:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Posting a couple of pics taken js before our short lil demo to welcome the Higher Learning Institution Minister (dun really know the exact title.. but should be stg liddat la :p) and Tun Siti Hasmah for the National Patriotic Day Celebration thingy last Tuesday in campus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/IMG_00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;On your left here, you can see the three stooges of MMU tkd club :p That's Chin Yung on the far left, Januarius and William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we have Chin Yung (dunno why he looks dead serious here) with Elleina behind him and Januarius with Shahril.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/IMG_00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahhh.. the group picture. William in his new outfit (actually it's Yen Lu's dobok.. but since all the others were wearing black belt dobok, he borrowed from YL). Next is Shahril... a talkative guy, followed by myself (man, I always don't look good in pics). Then there's Elleina, Januarius and Chin Yung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Presenting... tkd ala matrix :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112494769775323381?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112494769775323381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112494769775323381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/posting-couple-of-pics-taken-js-before.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112481182457780504</id><published>2005-08-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:47:22.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm surprisingly back after only just one day since my last entry. Don't really know what prompted me to blog but, here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An acquaintance who's one year my junior surprisingly sent me a Friendster message some time last week or so. Shocked me totally 'cos well, we don't really talk. In fact, I kept my distance away from her back in secondary school 'cos she was the type who's into the petsister-ism thing. So yeah... I was totally surprised to receive a message from her. Pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Sue Yen about her last Friday on our way back to campus and was even more shocked to learn that she had to stop studies halfway 'cos her dad's diagnosed with stroke and couldn't really support the family financially. That junior has 5 sisters if I've not mistaken and she's the oldest. Currently, she's working in an accounting firm to support the family. Hearing that, I felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see... I wasn't really nice to some people and that includes her. As a matter of fact, I still am bad towards some people... juniors, to be precise. I js only told a junior off yesterday night when she insisted on knowing my favourite colour. I know she asked a simple question and I could've easily answered her but being my stubborn self, I didn't see a point in her knowing it and don't see a need for her to know since both of us ain't that close. I know I could've been nice and js answer her and perhaps get to know her better. But I js couldn't. Didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I also was rude to another junior online yesterday. She comes online quite often and sometimes we chat. But we seriously have nothing much to talk about and sometimes I can't understand what she's saying. I know she tries to start the conversation and be nice, although sometimes her choice of words can be quite offensive... but I dunno. Somehow or rather, I js feel that there is a need of a gap between these juniors and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean it in the sense that I'm more superior and senior compared to them that I will not mix around and get to know them. Yes, they're about 8 years younger than me but hey, Mima's 6 years younger than me, right? I don't think I have difficulty chatting with Mima (I don't think anyone has difficulty chatting with Mima since Mima's so "animated" and "expressive"... er-hem, Mima.. that was how teacher described you :p). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I do feel bad for being rude and "cold" towards them.. but when faced with the same situation again, I'll react the same way. It's like I have this thing in me that automatically activates me into this dead serious person who will not allow herself to be too friendly with the juniors. It's mind-boggling, I know. But, I am a weirdo, no? Sighhh... I shall have to try HARDER to be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112481182457780504?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112481182457780504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112481182457780504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-surprisingly-back-after-only-just.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112471612037480010</id><published>2005-08-22T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:10:36.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I suppose my blogging frequency has slowed down quite a bit huh, WWW? If only my assignments stop piling up and my exams are over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Js handed in one assignment this afternoon. Group assignment. There were 6 of us in the group and the assignment consists of 5 questions. 4 were assigned to do 4 of the questions while the remaining two were supposed to do the editing, compiling and one of the questions. Ling and I were supposed to do the latter. Shy, another guy, one international student and another friend was to do the 4 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the 5th question, the conclusion and Ling did the introduction. Both of us did the editing. But since I had access to the internet during our mid-term break, I edited first. It was agreed that all of us (the 4 ppl) were supposed to write down what they've researched and submit their summary on it (in point form) to me. Shy and the international student did. But the guy and the other girl didn't. They main copy and paste from an internet source and sent to me. Since the guy's part is long (about 4 pages), I helped him do the first half. Asked him to redo the 2nd half. The girl's part... I didn't touch it 'cos it's rather short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week, the guy did submit his part. I edited a bit. The girl... let's put it this way... the first time she sent to me, the whole thing was in paragraphs, direct copy and paste from a site. After I told her to send a new one, she did in point forms... but the sentences were still the same. And that week happened to be a week before the deadline. Since we were to hand it in on Mon and it was already Wednesday, I did her part. After I did her part.. I asked her to find a diagram that was relevant to the topic. Sunday... and still no use. So, I had to modify one that is similar but had some slight differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling had to print last minute because of that. We were waiting for her to send the diagram via email and I actually waited till almost 2am this morning. I was sooooooooooooooo pissed off. Out of the 5 assignment questions, I actually did 2.5 questions. That's half. And I did the conclusion. I actually contributed almost half of the group's work and all I asked from her was ONE diagram. Just one and she didn't do it. I mean, what the *toooot*? It's that so difficult to do? In fact, her part was one of the easiest. I was SOOOO tempted to remove her name off the report, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I spent so much time on that, I manage to only do one page of my 15-page report of another assignment. I haven't generated any source codes to generate on Matlab nor have I done any calculations. And it's due Sept 2nd. The enhancement for my audio mixer project also not done yet. Have to present the whole documentation, report and presentation in 2 weeks time. Will be having one paper next Monday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I'm a dead duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112471612037480010?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112471612037480010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112471612037480010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-suppose-my-blogging-frequency-has.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112424179450167501</id><published>2005-08-17T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:29:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello there, bloggy. It has been quite awhile, hasn't it? Wish I could've visited you more often and write in an entry or two, but alas... computers and I are no friends. Somehow or rather, they refuse to let me utilise it without any problems. Last week, Jo called me up on Wednesday to let me know her comp couldn't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I got home on Thursday and switched on the comp, true enough... the computer didn't function. Spent about 2hours js trying to format and another 45mins or so to format it. By the time I finished formatting, it was already passed midnight. Turned on the comp the next day and used it. Downloaded all the programs. Everything went fine. But when my sis tried to use it that very night, they say there was an error and the HD couldn't be detected. So, the whole weekend, my sis and I were computerless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinking I'd be able to go online on Sunday when I reach back campus, I happily switched on my computer once I entered the room. Surfed a bit, chatted a bit and the next thing I know... I couldn't connect back to the Net. Tried opening IE, all those instant messaging programs... but still no result. Sometimes I could open yahoo messenger, sometimes I couldn't. Sometimes I could view a page online. And sometimes I couldn't. Finally, they told me my comp had virus. Updated my antivirus program, downloaded the latest virus definitions, updated my windows, patched my PC and did a thorough scan TWICE and no virus was detected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was seriously pissed. Went to the IT dept of the uni on Mon afternoon and asked why I was denied access to the Net. The guy who attended to me sounded pretty unsure and asked me to try using a different browser. So I did. But it was a fruitless attempt as I still couldn't surf. Went back and was referred to another guy. This time, the guy told me that there is a virus in my comp and that the virus disabled my network card. I insisted that I scanned my comp and nothing was found. The guy asked me to use a different antivirus program. Then I asked what else I could do to remove it. He said I could try deleting the virus in safe mode or the best solution: FORMAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I got back to the room, restarted the comp in safe mode and scan. Still no virus found. Frustrated, I resorted to formatting the comp AGAIN. It must have been the fourth or fifth time that I'm formatting my comp in the last 2.5 months. I lost count. It's SO frustrating. I know formatting the comp is easy and all, but it's such a hassle. Once I format it, I've to reinstall everything. Sighhhh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, Ling sent me a different antivirus program and so far, it's really doing its job. The supposed virus that attacked my computer previously tried to hack my computer a few times since I formatted but it managed to block it. I just hope it doesn't EVER let the virus in. I mean, it's not impossible that the antivirus program may have been temporarily disarmed itself or stg liddat and the virus js slips in. I know that maybe quite unlikely... but hey, I'm paranoid. So? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;In the midst of the "bad vibes" around, at least something good did happen. Thank goodness for that. Otherwise I might js die of heart attack. The audio mixer for my mini project finally produced sound! And the LED display works too. Well, the sound maybe a bit noisy and there's too much treble in it, but hey, at least we could hear the music. The LED follows the music but it's kinda dim. So, I suppose we could do something about the current entering that module and brighten it up a lil. We'll see how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess that's about it. Will try to update you as often as I can, bloggy. I'll TRY...no guarantees ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112424179450167501?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112424179450167501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112424179450167501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-there-bloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112368298439570530</id><published>2005-08-10T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:09:44.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/1600/Image(156).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4999/1374/320/Image%28156%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;That was taken this afternoon. Note: this AFTERNOON... can hardly see anything beyond those trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;And because of the haze conditions here in Cyberjaya, MMU decided to declare the next two days holiday :D Too bad today wasn't declared holiday too, otherwise, the exam js now would've been postponed. Not that I mind now ('cos the paper wasn't that all tough) :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmmm... that's something I don't like about blogspot. No smilies~! :( But other than that.. blogspot better la :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Aiseh, crapped so much ady. Ok la. Wanna go find some snacks to eat now. Till then, bye WWW~! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112368298439570530?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112368298439570530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112368298439570530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-was-taken-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112358836887125239</id><published>2005-08-09T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:52:48.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Had my Basic Economics, Accounting and Management class earlier and well, he initially wanted to have our midterm paper next week. But because the majority of the class said "NO~!"... after much &lt;em&gt;negotiation&lt;/em&gt;.... guess when's our midterm paper???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;SEPTEMBER 12TH~! I was like O_o. Of all days... I obviously didn't say anything 'cos well, I can't got "Sir, you can't have it then. It's my 21st birthday the day before, so yeah... don't arrange the midterm to be on that day." A bit the duh right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean, I didn't like it to be then not because of my birthday thingy la. But hello? That week happens to be one or two weeks before our FINALS start. It shouldn't be called a "midterm" but "end-of-the-term-but-before-finals" paper. Plus, since it'll be that so long from now, the paper will cover more topics. I mean, that's not the point right?? Might as well have finals straight away, right?? Sighhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so going to put on weight AGAIN. Haven't been training much, been eating quite a bit... and now Sue Yen just brought red bean soup for me :(( Don't get me wrong. I like red bean soup. In fact, I LOVE red bean soup. But then... I js finished my dinner not too long ago. Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... someone stop me from over-eating.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112358836887125239?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112358836887125239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112358836887125239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-my-basic-economics-accounting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112356885655892383</id><published>2005-08-09T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:27:36.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The haze in Cyberjaya/Putrajaya is real bad. I can even smell smoke in my room. When I looked outside the window, I was shocked to see the terrible haze surrounding campus. If only I had a digicam with me, I'd take a shot and show what I mean. And because of the haze, tkd training tonight will be canceled. It's good in a way 'cos I need more time to study for my upcoming midterm paper tmr and the day after tmr. But sorta sad 'cos I havne't been really training for the past 2 weeks or so. Can feel myself getting "heavier" by the day....:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tkd grading's this Sunday and ... remember I once mentioned that there's a boy who's a bit of a slow learner in class? Well, decided to let him go for the grading. Keeping my fingers crossed that he'll pass. Should think it'll boost his confidence a lil... but I'm not very sure if he'll cope later on. We'll see how things go. As for the black belts, Kelvin (Eve's bro) and Lisa finally got registered as a black belt holder. Kelvin's case has been dragged on for I think 2-3 years and Lisa... lagi long. Got 5 years, I think. But, their registration problems have now been solved. You should see Kelvin and Lisa's face when they received their black belt book last Saturday. Utter joy~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ohhh.. talking about last Saturday. It was spastik's birthday. The club (i think) bought her a cake and celebrated in between the two classes. Hahahaha.. and Mima did not escape from teacher's hugs and kisses. :p I told her the night before that teacher couldn't make it for class 'cos she was going to sit for her senior upgrading. So Mima thought she would not receive anything from teacher. Mana tau, teacher came back about 20 mins before the first class ended and saw the commotion and well... gave her infamous hugs and kisses to the birthday girl. And Mima came whacking me halfway when I was giving the yellow belts their running. Bad, bad Mima. Dahlah I'm an "ah ma"... you summore whack whack all. *shakes head* :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Talking about "ah mas"... went online last Satuday night using my sis's comp to check something. I din connect to MSN (and my sis doesn't have yahoo messenger). But...... the comp auto connect windows messenger without me knowing. It wasn't until one of my sis's friend  msg-ed my sis's acc did I realize I was connected. Then another friend of hers msg-ed. So, I talked to both of my sis's friends.. which at first I felt kinda weird becos I don't really talk to my sis's friends. But it was nice chatting with them. :) One is a classmate of my sis and the other is a friend whom she got to know in pingpong club...who incidentally is close to Ms Tan. So close that she "reported" our conversation to Ms Tan the next day. You sure have a very good "spy" ar, Sze Huey :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Alrighty. Better end here. Have class from 3pm to 7pm later. Sighhhhh... Got exam tmr and the day after. -_______-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112356885655892383?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112356885655892383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112356885655892383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/haze-in-cyberjayaputrajaya-is-real-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112346446485569255</id><published>2005-08-08T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:55:14.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Needed to relax a lil... visited Jade's blog and stumbled upon a quiz. I usually don't take online quiz 'cos well... I dunno. I think some quizzes can take quite some time to finish answering, so it's kinda time consuming. But this one however, it's simple. Just arrange the colours in the order that we're feeling at the moment and they'll analyze it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;They asked us to arrange according to our mood at that time but I was a bit @_@ (&lt;em&gt;I didn't know how to 'cos to me, colours are colours... no such thing as got mood or no mood wan). &lt;/em&gt;So, I arranged them according to favourite colour to least favourite colour. The results/analysis.... well, let's put it this way. I was kinda shocked. Why shocked? 'Cos they actually read my mind~! Serious... I was struggling all these while to explain and find the right words to describe myself and they actually did it for me~! Kewl~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is what they say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;At this time you are feeling 'uptight' and you are urgently in need of rest and relaxation; but perhaps even more than that you need to overcome that feeling that you have been 'hard done by' and treated with a complete lack of consideration. Maybe you have, but whatever may have been the cause of your inherent anxiety, you regard the situation as intolerable. You are, however, sufficiently competent to turn that situation around - you have overcome similar problems in the past, and really this one isn't too different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Enough is enough. Nothing seems to be working out as you would like it to and it has got to the stage where you feel as if you can't be bothered anymore. The way you feel is that it would be great if you could be cut off from everything and take it easy - be it only for a short time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;At times one is burdened with more than one's fair share of problems and this would appear to be your situation at present. But you are adamant - you know what you wish to achieve - and by giving a little and taking a little you may well find that the realization of your dreams could become a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Enough is enough - but the problems never seem to stop. They never stop. You feel, and maybe you are right, that the problems seem to go on and on and you have indeed had more than your fair share of trials and tribulations. But to give you credit - you bounce back time and time again - you stick to your beliefs because deep down you have that inner knowledge, that 'belief' system that in the end, everything will turn out OK - and you are right -it will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You are frustrated and stressed. You appreciate the finer things in life but at all times you appear to stay aloof, critical of everything and everyone about you. You will not be carried away by your emotions and you refuse to trust anyone or any situation unless genuineness and integrity can be absolutely vouched for. Therefore, you keep a strict and watchful control on your feelings as you must know exactly where you stand at all times. You demand complete sincerity as a protection against your own tendency to be too trusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You are inclined to be too trusting and you feel that you need to be on your guard against the possibility that your endeavors and actions may be misunderstood. Too often you have been taken advantage of and you have been mentally abused. Now you are seeking a relationship which can provide peace of mind, where you can be yourself and not have the need to put on a false front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So... anyone interested in taking this quiz?? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorgenics.com/sps/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112346446485569255?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112346446485569255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112346446485569255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/needed-to-relax-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112325000844667919</id><published>2005-08-05T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:53:28.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Been listening to the radio... and Ross is now with Mix FM~! Hmmm... I wonder why he switched from Hitz to Mix. Not that it matters, but... curious, curious :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ohhh.. and I'm currently into this song by Daniel Powter, "Bad day." Checked the lyrics out but don't really understand what it means. Here's how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're taking one down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you don't know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're taking one down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you don't know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the brink &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might not make it back and you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you could be well oh that strong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh you and I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're taking one down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you don't know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've seen what you like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how does it feel for one more time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a bad day&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;There's this other song on the radio now that I've not heard for a VERY long time. Quite an old song... song by the "Manhattans" and now UB40 is doing a cover version of it. Kinda sad song and I personally prefer Manhattan's version. The guy with the deep voice... wah lau eh... &lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt; :p Seriously~ I mean, UB40's version is not bad, but I guess nothing beats the original. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112325000844667919?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112325000844667919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112325000844667919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/been-listening-to-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112317527955465295</id><published>2005-08-05T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:08:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm behind time... haven't finished studying for my Communication Networks and Power Systems midterm yet nor have I completed my Comm Network assignment. I'm SO dead. Thankfully, I have sorta completed my lab report. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What have I got to blog today? Frankly, I can't think of anything. Thought I'd drop by for awhile to &lt;em&gt;keep cool&lt;/em&gt;. Don't think it helped much, but it'll have to do. Sighhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. Back to notes now. Goodnight, bloggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112317527955465295?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112317527955465295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112317527955465295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-behind-time.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112307349476912271</id><published>2005-08-03T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:42:00.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I'm finally back. Did edit the layout of this blog every now and then. Haven't really manage to do something about the fonts of the blog entries. Will try again when I have time la. At the moment, kinda "sien" with all the editing stuffs.... very &lt;em&gt;memeningkan&lt;/em&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the lab the past two days to do the audio mixer. The first time I went there, I couldn't get the thing to produce the sound. Had to troubleshoot the circuit. The 2nd time I was there, I checked every module and they were all working... but I pulak accidentally connect the speaker direct to the power supply... the thing burnt~! *sighhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'll wait for Ling to get the speaker and check again this coming Monday during our lab session. I really, really hope it works la. I wouldn't wanna reconnect and troubleshoot one by one again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... this hols, Crystal, Li Peng, Parvathy and Sofiah is back. Supposed to have a gathering this Friday but had to be postponed 'cos some of them couldn't make it. Yet to meet all of them. Only met Crystal so far. Next week got 2 midterm papers summore. Let's hope the lecturers stop giving us anymore assignments and projects. As of now, I have 2 assignments, 2 midterms and 1 lab report to submit/sit right after the hols. So yeah.. this hols is totally a non-holiday-mood kinda break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhhhhHHhhhhHHh... Mum and Dad got me a very early 21st birthday gift. No.. it's not the typical key-pendant 21 year olds usually get. My parents wanted to get me that but I was kinda against it 'cos well.... I dunno. I think it's too common. So yeah, they got me something else instead. I won't write it here. It's P&amp;amp;C :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie. Better get going. Work calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: the background image of this box is kinda what I'll be like in the next 1 hour :p :p :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112307349476912271?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112307349476912271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112307349476912271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-im-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14994162.post-112285900583180665</id><published>2005-08-01T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:43:00.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Not too sure if this site works. I think I'll temporarily use both xanga and blogspot. Will decide on which one to use later on :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14994162-112285900583180665?l=psueanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112285900583180665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14994162/posts/default/112285900583180665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psueanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-too-sure-if-this-site-works.html' title=''/><author><name>psueanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a361/psueanne/tatty_sleeping.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
