<?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-9322185</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:07:43.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><subtitle type='html'>A process where you can't feel anything even though you're moving</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-9188379446879341596</id><published>2008-11-18T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:13:07.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HOME!</title><content type='html'>I have moved to a new beginning at http://faithturnspages.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-9188379446879341596?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/9188379446879341596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=9188379446879341596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/9188379446879341596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/9188379446879341596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-home.html' title='NEW HOME!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1336264137192475789</id><published>2008-06-27T19:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:28:49.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sudden Rush of Emotions &amp; A Lil' Thank You Note</title><content type='html'>Its Friday night. I'm sitting at home. Surfing the net. Thinking bout stuff. So sad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;. Suddenly....I got hit by the emotional train. My thoughts were floating towards my friends. Thinking bout how I've known them, how long I've known them, what we've gone through together and how unique and special each of them are to me. And it suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;striked&lt;/span&gt; me that...I've NEVER ACTUALLY thanked them. With them around me, growing up was easier. None of those awkward transitions. And they've ALWAYS allowed me to be me. Even though it meant me being an absolute nerd. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I figured the only way to do them justice would be to thank them individually. So here we go, alphabetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SGThaOBeuaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4snYL6cCofQ/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SGThaOBeuaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4snYL6cCofQ/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216542108959029666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; Wei on the left...don't seem to have any pics with her :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We knew each other since primary school. Since which standard, I'm not too sure. My school was so small, we kinda basically knew everyone. So can't really pinpoint when I actually got to know her know her. She's the matured one among all. I guess its cause she's the eldest as well. Born at the beginning of the year. So she's our big sis. I feel that we kinda got closer after high school. We hang out more at that time. I don't how that happened. But its nice. Can always have a good laugh with her as we'll definitely talk about the funny moments of primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had REALLY been there for me earlier this year when I was going through a rough patch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sms&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; me pretty often to check on me. Gave me a lot of advice. All the way from Australia nonetheless! I really couldn't ask for more. Without her, I most probably will not have think straight. So...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; Wei...thanks a lot! When you come back next year, we go Hard Rock, k. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;belanja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SGTj4i0zgJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b-gzEb3QRmw/s1600-h/P1000100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SGTj4i0zgJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b-gzEb3QRmw/s320/P1000100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216544828962341010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hema&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This girl....use to call her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sfebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Got to know her when I joined a tuition centre near my house. My first impression of her? VERY noisy and talkative! Then got to know her d...VERY sarcastic too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;. I never would have thought that this noisy fella gonna be one of my best buds now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;She's&lt;/span&gt; been with me through all the good and bad times. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; chat with each other every day through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, imagine our phone bills at that time. :p But it kinda kept my spirits up when I was down. Especially those boring days when I was studying in Malacca. Up to today, I kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; her the most. But now lesser a bit cause this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sfebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started her internship d. Cannot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kacau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;. I also remember when shite happens, I'll call her for consolation, even if it meant being at 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sth&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. And at the end of the conversation, I'll be sleepy and she'll be fully awake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, sorry la....what to do. Only you will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me at that time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. So..thanks a lot for waking up on those days and spending all those money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SGTmVVETiDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/toFd4Wm9LMU/s1600-h/P1020140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SGTmVVETiDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/toFd4Wm9LMU/s320/P1020140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216547522508720178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Junie &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Junie....not really sure exactly when or how I got to know her. She was also a friend since primary school.  We got closer in Standard 6. That I remember.  Then when we went to different secondary schools, we kept in touch by writing letters to each other. That time...no email yet. When got email d, we upgraded. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Then she joined my secondary school in Form 4 and was my classmate again for 2 years. It was really fun having her around. I guess its cause she's someone I know since I was young. So the feel was kinda different from the people I got to know in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah....our friendship managed to remain strong all through those times and also the years when she went to UK to continue her studies. Not bad la. She use to call me a lot when I was away in Malacca studying. Make me feel less homesick. Getting to gossip with an old friend like her also helps a lot. More interesting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie, when you leave KL d, I will miss you a lot, a lot, a lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. No one will call me at 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sth&lt;/span&gt; in the morning and ask whether I wanna go shopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. You'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt; to reach. Never mind, still got email, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; messenger. If not, can always hop on a bus and go find you. ;) Will drag Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Wuai&lt;/span&gt; along as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lastly....Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Wuai&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SGTolo0kKGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SzFMs3gVAsk/s1600-h/n830477588_951350_9093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SGTolo0kKGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SzFMs3gVAsk/s320/n830477588_951350_9093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216550001712572514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Wuai&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This woman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;....know her since primary school as well. Quite famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; cause one of the smart ones. Most of the time, one of the top 3 in exams wan. If wanna excel must try to beat her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Then one day, I invited her to my birthday party. She also surprised. I also surprised. Think she very the famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, this fella can read me like a book. Damn scary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;. Guess that's why she studied psychology. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Now, she's changed from reading me to analyzing me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scary, I tell you. But nice also when there's someone who understands you. Both of us love to sleep, though I sleep lesser now. Got a life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;maa&lt;/span&gt;....not studying anymore...time to enjoy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Always make me laugh wan. When I wanna get rational opinion, I go to her. :) So you should to if you want to make a rational decision. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wanna say a BIG &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; to the 4 people above who have certainly make a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; different in my life. Without you, I might have ended up in some gutter. Though don't think my parents will let me also la...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-1336264137192475789?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1336264137192475789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1336264137192475789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1336264137192475789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1336264137192475789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/06/sudden-rush-of-emotions-lil-thank-you.html' title='A Sudden Rush of Emotions &amp; A Lil&apos; Thank You Note'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SGThaOBeuaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4snYL6cCofQ/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-9195882119444463235</id><published>2008-06-15T19:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:31:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, Junie and I brought Ashley out to pre-celebrate her birthday which is next Friday. It is kinda early...a week....but Junie won't be free on the actualy date, so we brought it forward a week. Went to a Japanese restaurant at Pavillion, called Kampachi. We were suppose to go to a place called &lt;span&gt;The Sassorosso, but we found out it was closed on Saturdays. What a bummer! I thought most restaurants open on weekends as that's when the business pours in? Humpphh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a big fan of Japanese cuisine but I decided to go along as I believe there would be something suitable for me. And I was right. :) The ambiance was really nice. Quiet. I like it there. I ordered a rice set, Cutlet Curry Rice. It has curry chicken, fried chicken cutlet, a bowl of salad, miso soup, fruits and also a glass of ice water. Haiya...if I had known, wouldn't have ordered green tea already. :p Haha. Kiasu me. The curry was actually nice as I didn't have much expectations of Japanese curry. But I guess its already been adjusted to Malaysian taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kampachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUCqr8eWUI/AAAAAAAAADM/BNRM9P9CQnM/s1600-h/P1020108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUCqr8eWUI/AAAAAAAAADM/BNRM9P9CQnM/s320/P1020108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212075076125350210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kampachi entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUFPqiWaRI/AAAAAAAAADU/TKByiI99Ybs/s1600-h/P1020090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUFPqiWaRI/AAAAAAAAADU/TKByiI99Ybs/s320/P1020090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212077910425757970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUFQKpanTI/AAAAAAAAADc/vaBSBIW79iY/s1600-h/P1020098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUFQKpanTI/AAAAAAAAADc/vaBSBIW79iY/s320/P1020098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212077919045328178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Junie and Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUFQpxp3DI/AAAAAAAAADk/krXQfDhaE6M/s1600-h/P1020099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUFQpxp3DI/AAAAAAAAADk/krXQfDhaE6M/s320/P1020099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212077927401380914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Junie and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUFRI3zFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/ND1ezN7y0M0/s1600-h/P1020101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUFRI3zFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/ND1ezN7y0M0/s320/P1020101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212077935748650002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ashley and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUJom3bngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YcJ8k5ltPfc/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUJom3bngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YcJ8k5ltPfc/s320/P1020105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212082736983678466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Table deco (was trying out my camera :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUJpTVK02I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4QSa8OH2g7c/s1600-h/P1020104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUJpTVK02I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4QSa8OH2g7c/s320/P1020104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212082748919567202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some salad thing Junie ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUJpuaq2KI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxsf9srySZo/s1600-h/P1020106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUJpuaq2KI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pxsf9srySZo/s320/P1020106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212082756190394530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cold noodle and duck soup thingy that Ashley ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUJqECLK6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/zq5WvneT8l4/s1600-h/P1020107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUJqECLK6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/zq5WvneT8l4/s320/P1020107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212082761993235362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Cutlet Curry Rice I ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we went for a walk around Pavillion. Junie went to buy Father's Day pressie and I was looking around for some birthday pressies. We got tired and thirsty after a while, so we went to have a drink at a shop called O Cha Cha. Junie suggested it. Everything on the menu has green tea to it. Even the cakes!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cha Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUmdOQ-zMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6O9CnY4KwmM/s1600-h/P1020113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUmdOQ-zMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6O9CnY4KwmM/s320/P1020113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212114427238599874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Notice all the drinks we ordered are green?  (l-r) green tea with red bean, green tea latte and green tea with soymilk(?) something like that :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUmdtCeI8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/D73AN5Zu3GU/s1600-h/P1020109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUmdtCeI8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/D73AN5Zu3GU/s320/P1020109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212114435499238338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me busy on the phone...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUmeQLmeMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hb2CRRk5AXk/s1600-h/P1020129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUmeQLmeMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hb2CRRk5AXk/s320/P1020129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212114444932774082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUmelDu9FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3d7x6kwwX1g/s1600-h/P1020116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUmelDu9FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3d7x6kwwX1g/s320/P1020116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212114450536920146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ashley camwhoring with my camera :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With that, Saturday ended pretty fast. It was a really nice day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-9195882119444463235?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/9195882119444463235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=9195882119444463235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/9195882119444463235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/9195882119444463235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/06/pre-celebration.html' title='Pre-Celebration'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SFUCqr8eWUI/AAAAAAAAADM/BNRM9P9CQnM/s72-c/P1020108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3973251444518147417</id><published>2008-06-10T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:30:25.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love going for trainings. The first reason is that I don't have to work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Who wouldn't be glad for that reason. :p The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; is, I get to feel like a student again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;! I still don't wanna admit I'm old. Some people actually think that I'm still in high school! Which I totally don't mind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh....today I've FINALLY confirmed on going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; in July with Ashley. Yippee!! So happy! Now just need to re-confirm the dates with her tomorrow, book the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tix&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; here we come! :D So excited to fly again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also...most probably will be going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cherating&lt;/span&gt; for my dept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;teambuilding&lt;/span&gt; in early August. Nothings confirmed as my colleagues are damn fickle minded (more than 50% woman...that's why la). Sigh. Hopefully they'll be more confirmed when I get back to office tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3973251444518147417?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3973251444518147417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3973251444518147417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3973251444518147417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3973251444518147417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/06/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3224849005040142000</id><published>2008-06-08T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:57:09.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Full Tank</title><content type='html'>I've finally filled my first full fuel tank today. I use to pay up to RM40 max for a full tank. Most of the time, it doesn't even reach that amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, its hitting RM53!!! I nearly fainted when saw the numbers went over RM50. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means...I'll be spending more than RM200 per month on fuel alone!! Wth. I wanna shop with the amount of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. Now I'm a shopaholic pulak. Wth. Hahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3224849005040142000?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3224849005040142000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3224849005040142000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3224849005040142000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3224849005040142000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-full-tank.html' title='First Full Tank'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2876651643988557186</id><published>2008-06-05T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:14:31.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Dashed</title><content type='html'>My dreams of owning a K850i is pretty much gone for the moment. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; broke! My trip to China cost me a bomb....which I'm still paying off. Sigh. And then I went and bought a camera, which I should have bought before my trip. Sigh. And then there's a a lot of celebrations coming up which I need to pay for....mom's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;, father's day, friends' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Sigh. Not only that, got a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' this month too. Crap. Everything just seem to come one shot for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll just have to hold myself back on the phone I guess. The thing is, nothing is really wrong with my phone. It actually has all the specs that I want and its still working perfectly fine. I just want a better camera on my phone and also a new phone to play with. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Its such a stupid reason to change my phone rite? Well, what to do. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2876651643988557186?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2876651643988557186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2876651643988557186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2876651643988557186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2876651643988557186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-dashed.html' title='Dream Dashed'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-4937181109116322920</id><published>2008-06-04T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:15:39.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor As A Church Mouse</title><content type='html'>Wth. The fuel price has been hiked up by RM0.78 sen. It's now RM2.70 per litre!! It's crazy. I think I should be glad as I have a small car. But still....wth. I'm already in need of more moolah and now the petrol stations are sucking up my moolah too! *cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government should consider making our currency stronger. We're all underpaid while the price of everything, from food to clothing to petrol...EVERYTHING is going up!!! Next thing you know we'll be begging on the steps of our companies after office hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting poorer! HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can grow a money tree....sigh...*sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-4937181109116322920?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/4937181109116322920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=4937181109116322920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4937181109116322920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4937181109116322920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/06/poor-as-church-mouse.html' title='Poor As A Church Mouse'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3322238308059637013</id><published>2008-05-31T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:29:58.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing bout this new tv series called Gossip Girl. Thought it'll be another lame ass series. Come on now...a show called Gossip Girl?!?! Can already imagine all those biatchy conversations and catfights and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after hearing so much bout it, and bored, I decided to give it a try. Watched the first 3 episodes and I have to say....its not that bad. Its a real chick series but its somehow fascinating as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no....don't tell me I'm addicted already?!?! Hahaha. Its been a long time since I last followed a tv series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks....back to the drama........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- I think Blake Lively is REALLY pretty....wwhhheeeee..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3322238308059637013?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3322238308059637013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3322238308059637013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3322238308059637013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3322238308059637013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-talk.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-8424353377934909973</id><published>2008-05-28T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:52:09.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Far Away</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my blog for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; long! It's a miracle! Or is it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of shitty and non-shitty things happened to me during my far far away period. The shitty things I shall not blog as its a waste of my time and non-important whatsoever. The non-shitty things also I won't blog, except for my little trip to my "motherland", China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I jump straight to blogging my trip, I'm gonna save it till next time. I've spent enough time "remodeling" my blog for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wwhhheeeeee&lt;/span&gt;...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-8424353377934909973?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/8424353377934909973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=8424353377934909973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8424353377934909973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8424353377934909973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/05/far-far-away.html' title='Far Far Away'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-8698032318908510510</id><published>2008-02-17T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:40:02.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Break</title><content type='html'>I wish I can take a break from life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making me age faster than I should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a month off, go off somewhere that is quiet and simple....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejuvenate...maybe in the process able to make me have a lil' faith in life again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to think that life has endless possibilities...so full of faith...now I think I've reached my limit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no faith in life...life holds nothing for me....in a nutshell, life is meaningless to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to find God...He can help show me the way can't He? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-8698032318908510510?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/8698032318908510510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=8698032318908510510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8698032318908510510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8698032318908510510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-break.html' title='Take Break'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5106001510297328117</id><published>2008-02-16T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:53:39.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Surface</title><content type='html'>Everything seems fine. At least that was what was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only screw up to a certain extend. After that things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I've lost someone because I screwed up. I think I have. There's this nagging feeling that tells me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to work things out again....hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5106001510297328117?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5106001510297328117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5106001510297328117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5106001510297328117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5106001510297328117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-surface.html' title='On The Surface'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-6929110163138367872</id><published>2008-02-10T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:38:23.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>I've finally truly know what heartache means, how it feels and how pain it is. As seconds tick by, there's a pricking feeling to you heart. Its as if someone is holding an ice pick and just stabbing it to your heart. Sometimes its feels more like someone is trying to squash your heart in their hands. You try to be distract yourself to lessen the pain....it works for a while. But once you're done, the pain is there harder than ever. And it never ends. It hurts and it hurts bad....very bad...even though things are somewhat better, the pain still refuses to go. I wish I could detach my heart...I wonder how long it'll continue....it truly hurts..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7cw70ukoHEg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7cw70ukoHEg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days felt like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;br /&gt;Is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Did you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;br /&gt;they lie on my floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted it was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe, I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2147442983.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-6929110163138367872?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/6929110163138367872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=6929110163138367872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6929110163138367872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6929110163138367872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/02/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-8709526242739695312</id><published>2008-01-12T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:09:49.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn...No Private Mode</title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog something personal here...but found out that I can't make an entry private...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....guess I have to write that down in my physical organizer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to dig out my old friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-8709526242739695312?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/8709526242739695312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=8709526242739695312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8709526242739695312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8709526242739695312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/01/damnno-private-mode.html' title='Damn...No Private Mode'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1540669304910189841</id><published>2008-01-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:35:21.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>Today...well...technically last night since it's now past 12am..hehe...anyways...I saw someone who I haven't seen for 5 years. Yeap....5 whole years. That person stays near me and yet....our paths never cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pretty surprise to see this person at the most unexpected place and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I remembered certain things. Felt certain feelings that I thought were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-1540669304910189841?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1540669304910189841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1540669304910189841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1540669304910189841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1540669304910189841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3270556014376947263</id><published>2008-01-07T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:49:48.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared &amp; Nervous</title><content type='html'>Omg...so nervous and scared about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP! :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3270556014376947263?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3270556014376947263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3270556014376947263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3270556014376947263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3270556014376947263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/01/scared-nervous.html' title='Scared &amp; Nervous'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1061568513811934581</id><published>2008-01-06T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T02:52:57.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of 2007 And The Beginning of 2008</title><content type='html'>The ending of 2007 was really not how I i imagined it to be. One of the most unimaginable thing happened. One of my granduncles passed away. I was somewhat close to him. He had a lot of health problems. But him leaving us was not something I expected so soon. It all happened with a fall and everything kinda spiraled from there. When I received the news 2 days after Christmas, my brain kinda  found it hard to process. So I basically went through the day as if nothing happened. It only truly hit me during the funeral service. I wasn't the only one affected. My dad and my brother both shed tears. It's hard not to. Even though he was kinda difficult to handled as he got older, there were those memories from the early years. I remembered spending time with him at his home in Ipoh during my childhood. He would tell my brother and I ghost stories at night. He would bring either of us to the market in the morning on his big bicycle. It was heaven back then. He was the person who first taught me to play Blackjack, unsuccessful with teaching me poker though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that all these memories will continue to stay with me although he's gone. While I'm typing this now, I suddenly feel the sadness swelling inside of me. It's just too hard to accept. Somehow. I just hope that he's happier in wherever he is and may God truly bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the beginning of 2008, I got a surprise at work. The whole department got reshuffled. Everyone is doing different tasks now. I'm surprised at what I was assigned to but....the boss did show some hints that she had that intention since our previous meeting. Well, what to do. But if I'm not mistaken, it seems my tasks now do not require much follow up work. More of day to day tasks, which I prefer a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I'm scared. Can I do it? Can I manage? I wish Monday won't come. I'm going through the same nervous state I go through when a new school year starts, a new semester in university starts, starting fresh at a new company. I just don't know what to expect. I guess my pathetic way of dealing with that is to act oblivious to it and just roll with the punches on Monday. Is that a good way to deal with it? Hhhmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-1061568513811934581?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1061568513811934581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1061568513811934581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1061568513811934581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1061568513811934581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-2007-and-beginning-of-2008.html' title='The End of 2007 And The Beginning of 2008'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3730398847341200369</id><published>2008-01-02T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:04:55.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 and Getting Older</title><content type='html'>2008 is finally here and I've just realized that I'm gonna be a quarter of a century old this year! Damnit!! Where did all those years go to???I feel like I'm getting old so fast and the time wasn't fully utilized! I'm missing my youth! *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good sign I'm getting old? All these New Year and Christmas celebrations have gotten more and more sucky as the years go by. Sigh...guess money and freedom doesn't fully guarantee fun. Lol. Well, wutcha gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope everyone will have a blast in 2008. Reach for the stars! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me....I'll just continue my search for true happiness. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3730398847341200369?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3730398847341200369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3730398847341200369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3730398847341200369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3730398847341200369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-and-getting-older.html' title='2008 and Getting Older'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5026138382245292669</id><published>2007-12-28T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:16:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye 2007?</title><content type='html'>Well, Christmas came and went. Can't say it was fantastic. But it was okay. End of story on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I plan to not do anything on New Year's eve. I'm just going to hang out with some old friends from high school. Just catching up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not planning to join the crowd by going to any noisy or packed place.  Hopefully it'll be a good celebration in a quiet way. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5026138382245292669?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5026138382245292669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5026138382245292669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5026138382245292669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5026138382245292669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-bye-2007.html' title='Bye Bye 2007?'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1500484839173011601</id><published>2007-12-19T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:09:54.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do??</title><content type='html'>Its the end of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and New Year's is coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any parties to go for? How come everyone's busy but me?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better come up with something fast...else my 2007 will end in the dumps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-1500484839173011601?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1500484839173011601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1500484839173011601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1500484839173011601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1500484839173011601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do??'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-7891482072083078537</id><published>2007-12-16T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:46:03.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Day</title><content type='html'>Here I am...sitting at home on a Sunday afternoon, watching The Holiday on HBO and updating my blog. Hahaha. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what has been going on lately with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been pretty slow in a way since its end of the way which is totally superb....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Christmas won't be what I'd hoped for. Not going to Malacca as planned. Too little people, too lazy to book the rooms, etc. So gonna be stuck in KL. Boring old KL. Not sure where I'll go to celebrate yet. Maybe just go downtown and join the crowd. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 2007 is ending....not in a bang as I'd wished. But then...I can always hope a better 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened in 2007. Been a pretty boring year. A routine year. Go to work, come back from work, hang out, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 2008 can be more eventful. But think I might need to re-work my finances to make 2008 more fulfilling. I wanna go on holiday!! Somewhere far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! This means my new year's resolution is to have a more happening 2008.  *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-7891482072083078537?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/7891482072083078537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=7891482072083078537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7891482072083078537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7891482072083078537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/12/relaxing-day.html' title='Relaxing Day'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1288710135890786747</id><published>2007-12-02T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:23:28.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>There will always come a stage where the word 'sorry' will become useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dao Ming Shi was right in Meteor Garden. If the word 'sorry' is so great, there wouldn't be any need for police in the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always come a time when its useless to justify yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the use if you say 'sorry' and its useless, when you justify yourself is useless....what do you then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Get punished? Is that the solution? Does it work? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe mom was right after all. Who can EVER tolerate me. Just my parents I suppose as they created me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my dream dying as an old maid with an adopted child will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows....only God knows....I don't wanna know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want it to end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I even get that true? Maybe my adopted child will hate me as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-1288710135890786747?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1288710135890786747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1288710135890786747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1288710135890786747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1288710135890786747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/12/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3109701623085055953</id><published>2007-11-25T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T03:23:36.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Ever After?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you for real?! Does that even exist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In fairytales, maybe....but real life....you wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I certainly wish it....wouldn't it be absolutely great...no worries....all you have to do is be happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will I get mt own version of a happily ever after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do I have to go through to reach that stage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh...I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3109701623085055953?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3109701623085055953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3109701623085055953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3109701623085055953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3109701623085055953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/11/happily-ever-after.html' title='Happily Ever After?'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-4132915227329537410</id><published>2007-11-19T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:07:31.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared and Confused</title><content type='html'>Problem after problem is popping up in my life...don't know what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really talk to anyone...no one understands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna disappear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-4132915227329537410?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/4132915227329537410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=4132915227329537410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4132915227329537410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4132915227329537410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/11/scared-and-confused.html' title='Scared and Confused'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1297527060841852359</id><published>2007-11-11T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:56:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left KL on the 8.45am bus. Wasn't as sleepy as I hoped to be. The trip wasn't very comfortable either as it was the last seats at the back and my chair can't recline. Shit. It always happens to me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, managed to get some decent shut eye till we reach Johor. We reached the bus depot at Lavender around 2ish. Then tried to find our way to the Lavender MRT station. There were no signs to point us towards the station!! After asking for some directions, we just walked towards the direction pointed to. Managed to find the place. Phheeww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially the hotel room booked was in Hotel 81, Geylang. I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;wth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;totally didn't know about that. So we tried out at The Strand Hotel on Bencoolen Street as it was near Bugis. The room rates were too high for my budget. So we went to the next door hotel, which happens to be another Hotel 81 branch. The room rates at this branch were higher than the Geylang branch, guess its because of the location. But since it was in a better location, we took it. The room wasn't bad. It was nice and clean enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After freshening up, we took a bus to Vivocity in Harbourfront. Its one of the newest shopping malls in Singapore and cause it was near to Sentosa. Vivocity was something like KLCC. Lots of branded shops. Had lunch cum dinner at a food court like place called Banquet. The food was not bad. Nice environment though. Extremely nice food court. Haha. After we had our meal, went to check out the monorail that leads into Sentosa. Found out that there weren't any rides available in Sentosa, we scrapped the idea. So we went shopping around instead. I bought a pair of shoes and had Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's. It was nice but a lil' too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/Rzhu96nHWeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TFZRp4JGzqk/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/Rzhu96nHWeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TFZRp4JGzqk/s320/DSC00360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131973785373071842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookie Cookie Sundae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/Rzhu-6nHWfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u-Amy_Jycqk/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/Rzhu-6nHWfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u-Amy_Jycqk/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131973802552941042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brownie Sundae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RzhvCKnHWgI/AAAAAAAAADE/jHbcw59057E/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RzhvCKnHWgI/AAAAAAAAADE/jHbcw59057E/s320/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131973858387515906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sundae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that, we headed to Queensway to look for some jerseys. Never even knew the place existed! My brother never brought me there although the place was relatively near to his apartment. When I asked him, his reason was that I don't buy sneakers. Wth. *rolling my eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after Queensway, we were too tired to go anywhere, so we headed back to the hotel for an early rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We decided to head over to JB for lunch. Cheaper. Haha. But the heat nearly drove us mad! It was sooo fantastically hot!!! My god! So I was pretty anxious to head back to Singapore. Longing for the cool air-cond of the subways. Haha. After hanging around in JB till mid afternoon, we headed back to Singapore and to our hotel. We were so tired from the travelling and the heat, we slept off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went to Orchard Rd. Intended to do some shopping. But by the time we reached there, most of the shops were closed. Soo...no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shinjukus&lt;/span&gt; for me there. :( Had dinner at Subway. And totally forgot that certain fast food outlets in Singapore serve pork. So ended up eating bacon in my sandwich. Yuck. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed for Mustafa. Quite crowded. Maybe because it was just the day after Diwali? Anyways, went around looking at stuff I'd love to buy. But its still expensive!! I want a K850i!!! *sob sob* I would love it for a Christmas pressie... ^_^ *hint hint* hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after walking around in Mustafa, we went to a nearby &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't have anything as I wasn't hungry and it was too late to have anything. So just had a drink. Went back to the hotel after that and dozed off pretty immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, Saturday arrived and it was the day I'm gonna leave. I was just soo sad to leave! I like being in Singapore! I like being on vacation! Better if I don't have to spend money! I miss my brother working in Singapore. Ehehe. :p But its unavoidable. Sigh...So went to the Bugis Street Shopping to do some last minute shopping. Managed to visit some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shinjukus&lt;/span&gt; there. But somehow couldn't find anything that attracted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, found out that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shinjukus&lt;/span&gt; in Bugis Junction are gone! It was replaced with a food court!! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! *sob sob* There goes one of my fave places to shop in Singapore. Sigh. Then went walking around to while away the time. 4pm came and we left for the bus depot. With a heave heart, I boarded the bus and it was bye bye Singapore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short trip but it did do me some good. At least I was very happy during those few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcome of the trip -&gt; I need to get a new job that I like for God's sake!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9322185-1297527060841852359?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1297527060841852359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1297527060841852359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1297527060841852359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1297527060841852359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-trip.html' title='My Trip'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/Rzhu96nHWeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TFZRp4JGzqk/s72-c/DSC00360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-585794446776614057</id><published>2007-11-07T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:32:40.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Island</title><content type='html'>Going off to the island tomorrow. Yey! Finally a vacation that's away from home. Been waiting for one for ages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go and relax. Not gonna think about work at all. Gonna be a kid all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many plans, so lil' cash &amp;amp; so little time....how la?!?! :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-585794446776614057?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/585794446776614057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=585794446776614057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/585794446776614057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/585794446776614057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/11/island.html' title='The Island'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5276045195814994853</id><published>2007-11-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:45:08.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aged</title><content type='html'>I think I've aged since I started working...I don't wanna start aging so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've developed more wrinkles...I don't wanna look older than I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm losing myself...I don't wanna lose myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm losing myself...I'm losing people who are precious to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me...I pray to you...please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5276045195814994853?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5276045195814994853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5276045195814994853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5276045195814994853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5276045195814994853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/11/aged.html' title='Aged'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-734395264046815489</id><published>2007-10-24T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:42:49.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think...I've managed to screw up my life at this point....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-734395264046815489?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/734395264046815489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=734395264046815489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/734395264046815489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/734395264046815489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/10/screwed-up.html' title='Screwed Up'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2366294516086372912</id><published>2007-10-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:07:26.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky (Extremely Long Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe every girl out there, when they were young, imagined their future. When you're young, you tend to feel like there's endless of opportunities out there. Just waiting for you to try it out and take your pick.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I confessed, I dreamt a LOT when I was young. I guess I really love building castles in the air. Too free for my own good? Haha. My dreams kept on changing as I learnt new things and when I go through certain situations. Well....nothing dramatic or outrageous at all. My life was pretty normal and a bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I was reached the age of 12, I was pretty settled on being an accountant when I grow up. I know, I know.....what can be more boring than being an accountant right? Well....at that time, I just developed a crazy love for calculating money. Hahaha. And it SO does not have anything to do with me being a Chinese k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I dreamt that my I would get a great job being an accountant, living in a great city...like NYC (don't ask me why), making loads of money and enjoying myself to the fullest. I was all about being single and not needing a guy in my life. And yes...I was very immature then. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that dream, I guess I should say I fell very far away from it. Ended getting a degree in something totally unexpected. Getting a job that's way more unexpected. And definitely never ended up in NYC. But I should say, despite all the unexpected stuff, I'm doing good. Not as good as I'd hope for...but good enough. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For that dream, I fell pretty far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for another dream, it was better than I'd hope for. This is the part where I'm gonna go all girly and mushy k. Don't say I didn't warn you. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had dreams bout Prince Charming too. But mine wasn't Prince Charming. Mine was a Mr Darcy. Since its a dream and like all dreams, where the hell can I find a Mr Darcy nowadays?!?! They don't exist anymore! True?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So....since I know I can't find a Mr Darcy...I just have to be contented with the Mr Darcy in my imagination, else...I can just watch Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice over and over again. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I kept on thinking....what kind of guy will I eventually end up with? The problem with me is I like a LOT of different types of  guys. There isn't a specific kind of guy that I like. And as years go by and my friends hooked up, I wonder even more. I was SO curious to know. Hahaha. As curious as I was, I never hooked up with anyone just for the sake of doing it. I mean, I had guys interested in me but I prefer to wait....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and it happened. I waited for a long time but it did happened. I met this guy when I was at my first job. And like every other time when I attracted to a guy, I was attracted to him because he was cute. Then I found out that he's a really nice guy. But my first thought was that he's most probably hooked up. Come on....a cute and nice guy? How can they be single?!?! Haha. So I didn't expect much. I expected that I'll only get friendship and nothing more. (Note: Most of the time guys I like, don't like me. Too plain and normal?) I would jump for joy if I can just get to be friends with him. So since I didn't set my expectations too high, I got the guts to talk to him. Normally I'll just stutter and start blushing madly when I'm near my crushes. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We started hanging out by having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'mamak'&lt;/span&gt; sessions and going to the movies. The best part was, I just love talking to him. I felt like I was talking to my best friends. Truly. After hanging out for some time, he had to go back to his hometown for 2 weeks. And when he came back to KL, I got the biggest surprise of my life. He confessed that he likes me. Gosh...I was like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG...is this for real?? &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. Never in my right mind would I have expected to hear that. It was like a seriously huge dream coming true. And well...the rest is history. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have gotten Mr Darcy but I've gotten a truly sweet, nice, smart and extremely cute guy. I guess all those waiting was worth it in the end. And it's better than any dream that I've had. I guess I'm very lucky after all. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: I know you're reading it cause I asked you to. Hehe. Love you loads.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2366294516086372912?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2366294516086372912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2366294516086372912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2366294516086372912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2366294516086372912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/10/lucky-extremely-long-post.html' title='Lucky (Extremely Long Post)'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-953922294329564855</id><published>2007-10-16T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:09:59.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Am glad to find out that KBS World has finally arrive in Malaysia. ^_^ Yippee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Am loving my beloved laptop. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Can't wait for a vacation to Singapore in 2 weeks time. Keeping my fingers crossed. Hope it'll come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Addicted to video conferencing. Truly a world without borders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Somewhat still addicted to Facebook. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Counting the days till Dec 22. A dear friend is coming back to Malaysia for a visit. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Counting the days till Nov 27. A special occasion awaits. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* I heart my baby boy. ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-953922294329564855?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/953922294329564855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=953922294329564855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/953922294329564855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/953922294329564855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-9005460430083049184</id><published>2007-10-13T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:03:47.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an EXTREMELY long hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow...I've certainly disappeared for a LONG time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't plan to. Its just that every time I sit in front of my computer to blog, I feel too lazy just to type. And my old computer was lagging like crazy. And its been kinda hard for me to put my thoughts together as well. I was kinda restless recently. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I plan to change all that now. Have got my laptop. Brand spanking new. Renewed my desire to blog. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been up with me? Well, got a permanent position at my current place. Thank god. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pheeww&lt;/span&gt;....FINALLY. After hanging on a thin thread for months, I'm finally feeling more secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing much have been happening. Plan to make the remainder of 2007 as fun as possible. Have lined up a few things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go to Singapore next month. Hopefully it'll happen, else....maybe go somewhere in Malaysia to chill. Still hoping for Singapore to happen. Miss that dear old place already. Haven't really been there since I finished university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then planning to go to Malacca for Christmas. Plan this crazy trip with my friends. Gonna go down on 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; after work, might go straight to the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Portugese&lt;/span&gt; Settlement where all the festivities will be. Then...not sure where to spend the night yet. Maybe at a friend's house or worse come to worse, some hotel. Haven't really fully planned the trip yet. But its sure as hell gonna happen. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although 2007 have been a year filled with ups and downs, I plan to end it with a bang. And I pray to God that it happens. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ciao for now. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9322185-9005460430083049184?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/9005460430083049184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=9005460430083049184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/9005460430083049184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/9005460430083049184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/10/extremely-long-hiatus.html' title='an EXTREMELY long hiatus'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2405826928442524068</id><published>2007-07-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:01:15.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week!</title><content type='html'>Last week was like the most tiring week ever!! I'm wondering how I managed to survive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Securities Commission announced that all unit trust will only have a single pricing starting from tomorrow, instead of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, our current system was patched to accommodate the changes. As the IT people couldn't create a script to migrate the info into the new system, we had to manually input all the details in. And that's the killer part. It VERY tedious and EXTREMELY repetitive. I was doing so much input, my hands starting aching and my brains were somewhat confused by the info. Talk about info overload. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past week, my colleagues and I were staying back every day till 9pm, that's the time when the system shuts down (thank god!). Because of the limited time and the daily production work, we were trying out best to work as fast as possible. We wanted to finish on Friday so we wouldn't need to come in on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...That's just a wish. Regardless of how fast we tried to do it, we still need to come in on Sunday to finish it off. We did and it still took us around 4 hours to finish it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that it's finally over and hope there won't be much of such changes in the future. Can die ler... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2405826928442524068?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2405826928442524068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2405826928442524068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2405826928442524068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2405826928442524068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-week.html' title='What A Week!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-902240917602314843</id><published>2007-06-09T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:57:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dual Race?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to my cafeteria to buy some drinks from Juice Lab. As I was waiting for my drink to be done, one of the talked to me. Here's the conversation:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff: Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err...XX Company.&lt;br /&gt;Staff: No. Are you from Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err..yeah. *thinking obviously I'm a Malaysian* Why? Where did you think I was from?&lt;br /&gt;Staff: No. Just thought that you're a Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I find that kinda funny. Me? Japanese? No where near that. I guess being a Chinese, the alternative races that I can ever be will be either Japanese or Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I just have to be contented with that. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-902240917602314843?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/902240917602314843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=902240917602314843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/902240917602314843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/902240917602314843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/06/dual-race.html' title='Dual Race?'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-9084996506490054061</id><published>2007-06-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:47:44.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Luck Saturday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a very unfortunate Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a little Italian restaurant called, Susan's Bistro, for dinner with Ashley and Junie. It's a quaint little place. Very nice ambiance. Good food. Average pricing. We were yakking away and suddenly, we heard a somewhat unpleasant sound. A girl sitting right behind me...farted. I stopped talking and Ashley started laughing quietly. I was more of like...wth. As for Junie, she was pretty lost as to what happened to the both of us. So I told her that the girl behind me farted and she started laughing as well. it was just so disgusting and hilarious at the same time! Haha. Talk about table manners. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since it was a Saturday and none of us felt like going back home, we decided to head downtown. That was when our out of luck Saturday began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Alexis Bistro hoping that there wouldn't be any cover charge as they normally have jazz performances on Saturday nights. Luckily, there's no cover charge. The downside is that there weren't any tables and we have to order a drink to watch the performance. So...we did. Hoping that we'll eventually get a table. But the place was so packed, we ended up standing for almost an hour. That was when we decided its best we leave and go to another place its still early. So we left for 7atenine at The Ascott. The place was nice and they don't have cover charge as well. BUT...the car park was full!! Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were thinking where else to head to after that. Bangsar wouldn't have much parking. Hartamas was too far. The Curve was too far. So we decided to go to Old Town in Cheras. Its a kinda pathetic place to hang out on a Saturday, but...hell...we just wanna sit down somewhere and talk. And what do we find? No parking as well!!! Again...wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last resort? We went to a McD drive-thru, bought some snacks and head to Junie's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very exciting place to be at on a Saturday night but its comfy and I guess, as long as you get to hang out with your girlfriends, anywhere is fine. And we did. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-9084996506490054061?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/9084996506490054061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=9084996506490054061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/9084996506490054061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/9084996506490054061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-luck-saturday.html' title='Out Of Luck Saturday'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5066816349156011826</id><published>2007-06-01T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:35:16.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbing Revival</title><content type='html'>Well...after not blogging for SUCH a long time. I decided to somewhat revive it back. Haha. Miss blogging in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is just a revival post. Will write an actual post soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon means soon....hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5066816349156011826?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5066816349156011826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5066816349156011826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5066816349156011826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5066816349156011826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/06/numbing-revival.html' title='Numbing Revival'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-6526456265783912068</id><published>2007-02-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:18:50.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose?</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to wonder about the purpose of my blog. I think even my blog is thinking the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started blogging, it was cause it was interesting and my friends were into it. Now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONE&lt;/span&gt; of my friends blog anymore. Not many of them nowadays. Even my favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; are decreasing their blogging activities now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I still maintain this blog? What for? Just to fill up my time with something to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if many people visit my blog. My friends who use to visit my blog are either too busy or do not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection. And even when they visit, I don't know!! It's as if no one even reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna declare that my blog will be in hibernation for a period of time. Until then...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hasta&lt;/span&gt; la vista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-6526456265783912068?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/6526456265783912068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=6526456265783912068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6526456265783912068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6526456265783912068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/02/purpose.html' title='The Purpose?'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2418638718960648129</id><published>2007-02-05T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:18:50.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Not Me, Who Else...</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've splurged SO much...I can hardly believe it! It's scary! I'm trying to save but the opposite happens. But what I've splurged on, are things that I've been wanting for AGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, a bag from one of my most revered bag shops, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project Bloodbros&lt;/span&gt;. Their bags are fantastically simple yet so amazingly cool and stylish. I've wanted to own a bag from them since....high school? Too poor then. Could only walk in, touch it and walk back out again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RcdFD1nxgMI/AAAAAAAAACE/HV2WaBVeEY4/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RcdFD1nxgMI/AAAAAAAAACE/HV2WaBVeEY4/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028063441218273474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second up, a SE phone that I've been eyeing since....I read about it? Haha. Having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.2MP&lt;/span&gt; camera on it is just so...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WoWwWwWw&lt;/span&gt;. Now I don't think I wanna get any digital cameras already. Well, didn't really plan to anyways. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://asia.cnet.com/i/r/2006/hp/39176060/sc002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://asia.cnet.com/i/r/2006/hp/39176060/sc002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken from &lt;a href="http://www.cnetasia.com"&gt;CNETAsia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've just gone through Christmas! With the so-called presents and the debts that comes with it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....if I don't splurge on myself, who else would. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2418638718960648129?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2418638718960648129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2418638718960648129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2418638718960648129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2418638718960648129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-not-me-who-else.html' title='If Not Me, Who Else...'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RcdFD1nxgMI/AAAAAAAAACE/HV2WaBVeEY4/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-8463526699810114679</id><published>2007-02-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:41:31.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughters &amp; Joy</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, which was a public holiday, got to meet up with 2 of my oldest friends, Ashley and LAW. LAW just got back from Australia for 2 weeks. So am extremely glad to be able to meet up with her. I only get to hang out with her like once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all woke up early and headed down to a Shanghainese restaurant at Lot 10. Nice place, VERY busy business, VERY bad service. Sat there for 'ages' just to get the waiter to give us the menu. They have a lot of Shanghai specialties but not many that caught my attention. There's just TOO many dishes with pork! Is that the only thing Shanghainese people eat?! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping around the Golden Triangle. As much as I hated shopping, that day, I didn't mind it so much. I guess cause I don't get to have many of such days now. The day was filled with absolute laughter and joy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RcTI1FnxgKI/AAAAAAAAABs/exS6z9mGGss/s1600-h/DSC00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RcTI1FnxgKI/AAAAAAAAABs/exS6z9mGGss/s320/DSC00142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027363898419937442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RcTI1VnxgLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gO6TOlTvi1Y/s1600-h/DSC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RcTI1VnxgLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gO6TOlTvi1Y/s320/DSC00147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027363902714904754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LAW and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-8463526699810114679?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/8463526699810114679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=8463526699810114679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8463526699810114679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8463526699810114679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/02/laughters-joy.html' title='Laughters &amp; Joy'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RcTI1FnxgKI/AAAAAAAAABs/exS6z9mGGss/s72-c/DSC00142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-7762229870794338327</id><published>2007-01-14T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T04:07:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdness</title><content type='html'>I don't know why or how....but I seem to be losing weight? I've been told that 3 times by 3 different people?! Wth. I've lost weight twice and both were with a reason. One was cause I was trying to have a healthy diet. And the second time was because I was stressed and miserable. But now...I'm not even trying to lose weight! And that's scaring me. I can't be losing weight without even trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating 3 meals a day. I do indulge myself in certain stuff, just not over indulging in it. I'm not even frigging exercising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...before this, I would be more than happy to lose weight. But now...I'm kinda happy with how I am. And no one blardy lose weight without doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that I'm missing? Am I stressed without even realising it? Am I sick and don't know it?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHY?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-7762229870794338327?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/7762229870794338327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=7762229870794338327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7762229870794338327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7762229870794338327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/01/weirdness.html' title='Weirdness'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5119438725821474529</id><published>2007-01-11T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:13:26.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A No Brainer Implementation &amp; Friendship Requests...</title><content type='html'>When I first found out that my road tax will be decrease by RM10. I was like...YES!! Woohoo! How I can I deny that?! I'm gonna save RM10!! Ain't much, I know! But save a little here, save a little there. In the end, lotsa moolah. Hehe. &gt;:)  Not to mention, I have to renew my car insurance as well. So that's a lot of money leaving me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW....I found out that the decreased price will only be applied if you go to JPJ itself to do it. If you go to the post office to renew your road tax, you still have to pay the old price. The so-called reason?  Apparently, the post office have YET to implement that into their system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb and inefficient is that?? It seems that the government like to roll things out halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one thing to do. Malaysia still have a LOOOONG way to be actually called a developed country. I feel that the government is more into short terms plans rather than long term plans. We just never seem to learn fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is just not a fast learner I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how people you don't know will just message you, asking to be your friend? Well, I was just going through some messages in my account in some site I registered, and one of that kind of message caught my attention. The message was something that stands out from all those friendship requests I've been getting all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To entertain you peepz out there, here's how the message goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey there&lt;br /&gt;Was going through your profile... , so thought of writing to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a normal routine, I know u must be tired of people saying,&lt;br /&gt;"hiii there, u r cute, u r pretty, i like ur smile, i like ur eyes and stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can imagine how irritating it can be when someone out of know&lt;br /&gt;where jumps up and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DO u wanna be my friend, or can i be ur friend" and u feel like, Man DO i KNow u  ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence i would definately not do the same, neither would i ask u to&lt;br /&gt;be my friend... All i shall say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHy dont we start a conversation and let friendship develop on its on....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u will reply&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that this message is kinda interesting? Its like a fresh breeze blowing by. Haha. Give me your thoughts on this message. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5119438725821474529?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5119438725821474529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5119438725821474529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5119438725821474529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5119438725821474529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-brainer-implementation.html' title='A No Brainer Implementation &amp; Friendship Requests...'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1325794740431224271</id><published>2007-01-07T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:12:12.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...After 11 Months!</title><content type='html'>After such a LONG wait...Ashley is FINALLY here! Yes! Met up with her yesterday for lunch with Junie. Went to fetch her to the new JJ near Cheras Perdana. The moment she came into my car, that was it! We just started yakking non-stop. And she still talks blardy fast! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached JJ, later than planned. How to not be late when had to go and fetch the pig Ashley. :p After walking up and down the Restaurant Street &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(yeah, they actually have a section called Restaurant Street which is cramped with the usual fast food restaurants, nothing special tho)&lt;/span&gt; twice, Ashley ended up with the perfect solution to head to Kopitiam Old Town, as none of us have tasted the food there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a really cute waiter there who served us. It was really funny cause he seems to really want to impress us for some reason. Haha. He was talking with some accent, saying stuff like coffee on rocks. No one says that! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(pointed out by Ashley, the EVER observant)&lt;/span&gt; Then he was like telling us non-related stuff. Said that that job was just a day job, he's actually a DJ. We were like....o..kay. Haha. But it was kinda hilarious at that time. Especially to Junie, who's like in a hangover state, but not really having a hangover. Does that make sense? Its true tho. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; outing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; to start off my 2007. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me so happy!! Yippee yey yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-1325794740431224271?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1325794740431224271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1325794740431224271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1325794740431224271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1325794740431224271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/01/finallyafter-11-months.html' title='Finally...After 11 Months!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2979297050894031638</id><published>2007-01-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:00:37.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna...</title><content type='html'>...go to Bali for a holiday. Walk on the beautiful beach in Kuta. Feeling the sand between my toes. Taking a leisure walk along the tree shaded sidewalk. Having nothing to care about. Nothing to worry. Nothing to think about but the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tropicalisland.de/DPS%20Bali%20Kuta%20Beach%20b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.tropicalisland.de/DPS%20Bali%20Kuta%20Beach%20b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken from &lt;a href="http://www.tropicalisland.de/travel_java.html"&gt;Java Travel Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2979297050894031638?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2979297050894031638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2979297050894031638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2979297050894031638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2979297050894031638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wanna.html' title='I Wanna...'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-8007338991466011238</id><published>2007-01-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:05:58.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoopid Me</title><content type='html'>Here's another reason as to why I feel I'm so stupid at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, decided to bring my car for a wash as it was getting a lil too dirty. So went to this car wash in SS2. While they were washing the car, I decided to dinner at this mamak shop, which was right next to it. After taking my own sweet time eating and drinking, thought it was time to leave and they should be done with my car. When I went to the car wash, they were just wiping my car dry and the other stuff that they do. I was standing near my car, watching the guy doing his job, asking whether he's done every time he stops. After waiting for like another 5-10 mins, my car was finally done. So I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, guess what I realised. The guy fcuking forgot to put back my rubber mats!!! I went in the car and was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why is there only the carpet and no rubber mat?&lt;/span&gt; Then it dawned to me. I left without it!! Goddamnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had to go back to the car wash, hoping that they're still keeping my mats, not thrown away as some garbage. As lazy as I was feeling, I drove all the way to SS2 and...they STILL have my mats! Pheww. Thank god! Else I'll have to spend unnecessarily for new floor mats. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That teaches me a lesson to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; rush a guy who's cleaning my car. Haha. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-8007338991466011238?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/8007338991466011238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=8007338991466011238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8007338991466011238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8007338991466011238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/01/stoopid-me.html' title='Stoopid Me'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2406349094696953251</id><published>2007-01-01T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:57:44.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ushering 2-0-0-7</title><content type='html'>Didn't really do much on New Year's Eve. It was like any other day. The only difference was that the skies were decorated with beautiful fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most memorable New year celebration was to  2000.  It wasn't really a celebration. But I had fun in a weird way. I was sitting home, glued to the tv set. Changing channels from time to time. Trying to capture all the different New Year celebration that were taking place all over the world. And during the whole time, I'd be calling Ashley, asking whether she has seen some spectacular celebration which I was seeing then. We were calling each other non-stop from like 9-ish to 1-ish. Talk about long! I still remember my mom complaining that she can't use the phone the whole night because of me. Haha. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT, is my most memorable New Year celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2406349094696953251?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2406349094696953251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2406349094696953251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2406349094696953251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2406349094696953251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2007/01/ushering-2-0-0-7.html' title='Ushering 2-0-0-7'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-4922234940989592042</id><published>2006-12-31T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:37:35.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day Of 2006...wOoT!</title><content type='html'>Wow...today is THE last day of 2007. And Monday is the nest year. The 2007. How fast is that?! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me re-cap what happened during 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Changed job twice. That's a new record ain't it. Haha. It felt like I was changing different worlds. The culture in all these 3 places were so vast! Unbelievable. Hopefully will stay a little longer at my current place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went through a lot of stuff in the personal aspect. Learnt a lot of stuff. Regretted a lot of stuff. Hope I'll be smarter and wiser in 2007. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...THAT is all I went through in 2006! How seriously lame is that?! I can't believe it! I'm lame! *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 2007 will be a better and more happening year for me. Need to juggle my time better...maybe I need to take a course in time management or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone will have a great 2007....a better year than 2006. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-4922234940989592042?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/4922234940989592042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=4922234940989592042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4922234940989592042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4922234940989592042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-day-of-2006woot.html' title='The Last Day Of 2006...wOoT!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-7824098065235336197</id><published>2006-12-29T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:37:43.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping, New Year &amp; So On...</title><content type='html'>For once....retail therapy made me feel...happy. Haha. Well..its not exactly a retail therapy. I went to KLCC today to buy a Christmas present. While looking for the present, I came across something I like as well. Seeing that it was extremely worth it, I bought it. Since I like it and I haven't shop in ages, I decided to do my once in a while splurge. *innocent smile* The power of purchase is just so....great! It makes me feel great! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is coming to an end. 2007 coming right up. Am I ready to leave 2006 behind? I think so. Its been a really eventful year. An assortment of events sprinkled across the year. Happening if I might add. Haha. Sadly its not happening in the usual way...but still happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what 2007 will be like. My horoscope for next year seems pretty positive. But does it even work? It might all just be a bunch of crap. Lol. Oh well...its good to entertain myself though with the idea of an extremely great year coming up. No resolutions whatsoever. Haven't done that since....I left school. After joining uni, decided to just go with the flow. More interesting that way and more relaxing. Besides, even if I do have resolutions, think I'd forget bout it before January ends. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is back, but haven't call her yet. Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-7824098065235336197?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/7824098065235336197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=7824098065235336197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7824098065235336197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7824098065235336197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-new-year-so-on.html' title='Shopping, New Year &amp; So On...'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2834793525459131053</id><published>2006-12-28T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:16:17.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Bonanza</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm ACTUALLY celebrating Christmas. I'm gonna get a double treat soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends who've been in Oz studying (Ashley only went early this year and Ai Wei came back early this year for hols) are coming back. Ashley will be coming back today. Yey yey! And Ai Wei will be back by Jan 15. Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have SO much catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RZKbouLr0jI/AAAAAAAAABg/2EEl2xoq-vY/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RZKbouLr0jI/AAAAAAAAABg/2EEl2xoq-vY/s320/DSC00451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013240459110896178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(l-r) Ai Wei, me &amp; Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I look damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teruk&lt;/span&gt; in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I plan to do a little camwhoring with them when they're back. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2834793525459131053?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2834793525459131053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2834793525459131053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2834793525459131053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2834793525459131053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/double-bonanza.html' title='Double Bonanza'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RZKbouLr0jI/AAAAAAAAABg/2EEl2xoq-vY/s72-c/DSC00451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5006828601189138387</id><published>2006-12-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T22:45:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning After The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frog.co.nz/images2/watercolor-butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.frog.co.nz/images2/watercolor-butterfly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.frog.co.nz"&gt;Frog Creation T-Shirts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what will happen after death? Will you move on into the after life? Will you be reincarnated? Will you really be in a better place then? Will you be happier then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about all those things since quite some time back. I think since I was matured enough to understand death. I've actually thought so much about it, I've actually wrote my own will! Lol. Imagine a kid writing a will. How crazy is that! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realised what I actually hope can happen at my ending. I hope I'll be able to turn into a butterfly and see all the beauties of the world as it is. Oblivious to the pains and sorrows of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be the happiest ending to me. Oh...and also...no one is to cry. It makes it hard to leave and I hate goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Avril Lavigne's song, My Happy Ending, is actually playing now. How ironic. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5006828601189138387?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5006828601189138387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5006828601189138387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5006828601189138387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5006828601189138387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/beginning-after-end.html' title='Beginning After The End'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-8222047711045330843</id><published>2006-12-23T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T13:56:36.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower &amp; Chocs</title><content type='html'>I've never really understood why women love being given flowers so much. Sure, they're nice to see. Nice to smell. But that's about it.  Flowers wither extremely fast especially in our hot, humid Malaysian weather. So basically, I don't really look forward to being given flowers. I prefer something more long lasting. Something that I can keep for a LONG time. Something that I can hold when I'm remembering back some fond memories. But then....I have to admit that of all those times when I was actually presented with flowers, I can't help feeling a little bit of joy. Then I realize that to me, its not really the flowers that matters. It was the short moment of being given the flowers. Its like telling me that I'm remembered, I mattered. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was given a stalk of something (don't even know what type of flower it was :p) and a FerreroRocher, I was extremely happy. Haha. Best of all was the chocolate of course. I absolutely adore Ferrero Rochers. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RYzEwOLr0iI/AAAAAAAAABU/w-hk7Yf3ot8/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RYzEwOLr0iI/AAAAAAAAABU/w-hk7Yf3ot8/s320/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011596818076389922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-8222047711045330843?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/8222047711045330843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=8222047711045330843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8222047711045330843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8222047711045330843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/flower-chocs.html' title='Flower &amp; Chocs'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RYzEwOLr0iI/AAAAAAAAABU/w-hk7Yf3ot8/s72-c/DSC00325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3095582239063987868</id><published>2006-12-21T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:53:36.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing About Photos...</title><content type='html'>Its weird how people will only find you interesting when they've seen your photo in your profile. Its as if the rest of the info about you isn't good enough or interesting enough to attract them. Does how a person look like matter so much? I know, I know. We all like to see nice things or people. But then, I don't think it should matter if you're just looking for a friend. A friend comes in different shapes, sizes, colour or culture. Most importantly is the person's character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently uploaded a photo in my profile at some site I'm registered in. I didn't upload any photos then as I was too lazy to do it. My profile was as dead as ever. Then as I was so bored yesterday, thought why not I just spruce up my profile a bit. So I uploaded a photo of myself. And suddenly, people start ping-ing me! Its like they've JUST realise of my existence. Geez. I REALLY hate people like that. I guess I can just ignore it but then.....I don't know. Why do I even bother myself with it. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3095582239063987868?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3095582239063987868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3095582239063987868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3095582239063987868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3095582239063987868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/thing-about-photos.html' title='The Thing About Photos...'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3326648631734158155</id><published>2006-12-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:55:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work &amp; Such</title><content type='html'>Work has been pretty slow lately. I've finally started to pick up on things and doing things a little faster. Thank god. And less asking. I'm getting in the groove here. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. The downside? I've started feeling a tiny bit bored. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so hard to please aren't I. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sticking my tongue out*&lt;/span&gt; Next objective? To be &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blardy&lt;/span&gt; good. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having fun at work though. In a way. Still sizing my colleagues up. Still observing. But I found a friend in a girl, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Amilia&lt;/span&gt;, who's also from my university. We have mutual friends. So that's a good place to start, ain't it. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Someone to go lunch with. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*clapping hands happily*&lt;/span&gt; Little joys of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been kinda busy lately with stuff. Trying to juggle 3 different aspects of life. Not a piece of cake unfortunately. Sigh. Thankfully, I'm still enjoying life.Hhmm...I feel old though. Older than I actually am. I feel like I've been going through this daily cycle for ages! And I've JUST graduated last year. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;. Must have got bitten by the work bug. Contracted some kind of 'work' sickness. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Talking rubbish already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, finally I have a desk to call my own. Though I'm gonna move to another desk soon, which will be my permanent desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RYlOL-Lr0hI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6h5fBjILes/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RYlOL-Lr0hI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6h5fBjILes/s320/DSC00322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010622028003922450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still pretty empty as I haven't start 'personalizing' it yet. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Later on, my desk will be in a clutter, which I like. Its gonna be one cool desk. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3326648631734158155?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3326648631734158155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3326648631734158155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3326648631734158155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3326648631734158155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-such.html' title='Work &amp; Such'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RYlOL-Lr0hI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6h5fBjILes/s72-c/DSC00322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2541931132174957561</id><published>2006-12-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:07:10.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World As A Stage</title><content type='html'>I'd like to quote Shakespeare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All the world's a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players.&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances,&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts,&lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As You Like It&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (II, vii, 139-143)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I do believe that this quote is true to a certain extend. At times I do feel that the world is seriously a stage. And all of us here are acting, playing our small little parts for someone's amusement. I feel that sometimes we're like puppets on a string. Being instructed to do something without our full consent. And all you can do is to actually 'watch' yourself doing it from a 3rd person's perspective. It certainly sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really tiring to live on this stage. All those acting. All those lies. I wish it'd stop. But will it? For it to permanently stop is the very time when you take your final bow from the world's stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that my exit will not be in the near future. I'll just have to wait for the puppet master to decide to end my part. I hate leaving my fate in some unknown person's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2541931132174957561?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2541931132174957561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2541931132174957561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2541931132174957561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2541931132174957561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/world-as-stage.html' title='The World As A Stage'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2423582316066591053</id><published>2006-12-17T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T12:48:14.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eragon</title><content type='html'>Finally went to watch Eragon after waiting for God knows how long. Been wanting to watch it ever since I read the book, which was superb. I was expecting it to be on the level of LOTR. But....it was sooo incredibly lame, I ACTUALLY fell asleep in the cinema. I've NEVER slept in the cinema before! This shows how stupid it was. It differs from the book...a lot. Thank god I read the book first. Now gotta get the 2nd part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INFO :&lt;/span&gt; DO NOT watch it even if you're bored. You can spend your time better than watching this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2423582316066591053?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2423582316066591053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2423582316066591053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2423582316066591053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2423582316066591053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/eragon.html' title='Eragon'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3682076668661775745</id><published>2006-12-16T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:28:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looooong...........</title><content type='html'>It's been a LONG week. Been working from 7.30am till 6pm for 5 days straight!! Managed to survive somehow. Funny thing was....I couldn't do the exact same thing when I was in school. But now for work, I feel fine! I stay up even later nowadays, but no problems whatsoever. Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the week is FINALLY over. Yippee!! Learnt &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; many things in 2 weeks. Don't think I've learnt as much as I've had in my entire life! Not as much effort either. I feel like I'm trying to make up for all those times in school when I just waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Friday was a good day. Started the day in a good mood as I had more than enough sleep. No problems with the system at work when I was doing the morning trade. Then had a nice but not so fulfilling lunch with Dips and Div. Then the rest of the day was nice. Had a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; fun with my colleagues. I've FINALLY found my gang! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. People I can hang out with at work. How absolutely lovely! Then for dinner, my boy prepared this lovely dinner. It was initially supposed to be just a fantastic salad. But it turned out more than that. It was simply the loveliest dinner I've had at home. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RYMKWCcrHQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yDdM5biCd_o/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RYMKWCcrHQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yDdM5biCd_o/s320/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008858584296660226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely dinner. Don't you think the presentation is just nice? I mean...don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; compare with those in the restaurants. ^_^ Me &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;likey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sad to say I didn't help out at all. Fell asleep in front of the TV. And when I woke up, dinner was ready and I just dig in. Sorry I'm useless. =( I'll make it up to you...some day, somehow. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUV YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best Friday ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEWS FLASH : &lt;/span&gt;I'm still looking forward to go to work although its been 2 weeks. *grinning*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3682076668661775745?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3682076668661775745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3682076668661775745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3682076668661775745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3682076668661775745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/looooong.html' title='Looooong...........'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RYMKWCcrHQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yDdM5biCd_o/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3300625302223188354</id><published>2006-12-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:36:17.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Journal Vs. Offline Journal</title><content type='html'>As much as I love blogging online. There's a lot of negative negative about it. More than the positive points. Let me elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Online Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- easy&lt;br /&gt;- everyone knows your ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;- easily accessible&lt;br /&gt;- nice to see&lt;br /&gt;- embracing technology&lt;br /&gt;- obviously no privacy (regardless of how hard I try not to tell my friends of my blog, they'll juz find out one way or another)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offline Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - only accessible if you bring it globetrotting&lt;br /&gt;- very private&lt;br /&gt;- a place where you can be safe when you pour your heart and soul into it&lt;br /&gt;- easy to read through your journal, just like a book...your memoirs&lt;br /&gt;- more fascinating than blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the offline journal. Why? Cause at this very moment, I'm reading through it and it's bringing me on a private journey to the past. Just me and myself. My journal even has a name, My Polaris. Polaris is a point where I'll find stability, a point where nothing changes. A place where I can curl up, feeling safe and warm in its embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3300625302223188354?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3300625302223188354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3300625302223188354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3300625302223188354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3300625302223188354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/online-journal-vs-offline-journal.html' title='Online Journal Vs. Offline Journal'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-7263453179254028327</id><published>2006-12-10T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:51:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>I had one of the most fulfilling sleeps since my loitering days. Managed to sleep before 12am (BIG achievement) and woke up at almost 12pm. Haha. A full 12 hours of sleep. Yey! I lurve sleeping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna need to last me for the whole week. Next week, for 5 days, I'm gonna start work at 7.30am. Goddamn early right? But its a must and the good news is I do get to claim allowances. So I'm gonna be RM100 richer at the end of the month. Ehehe. ^_^ I love slogging for work in a way. Moolah.....and also a less celebrated benefit....the 'panda' look at the end of the week. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could continue sleeping but I'm already having a headache from sleeping too much. Sigh. How sad. Now...to find some entertainment.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hops away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-7263453179254028327?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/7263453179254028327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=7263453179254028327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7263453179254028327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7263453179254028327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/comfort-zone.html' title='Comfort Zone'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2568394232124740601</id><published>2006-12-09T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:47:03.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look Again</title><content type='html'>I came home earlier than usual today. Even my mother was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Thinking back to the conversation*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ei, come back so early today? So obedient?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well...friends all busy. What to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only that was the actual fact. Haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...seeing that I have plenty of time at hand and that I've been wanting to change my blog skin for some time now, I thought why not I utilize my time properly. I can't do this on a weekday as I won't feel like sitting in front of the PC for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks...the updates. Absolutely love my job at the moment. Extremely challenging. My personal target is to learn every procedure by end of December. Hopefully I can do it. I don't even think I've worked so hard to get my degree!! Hahahaha. Weird how things turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, please comment on my new skin. Nice, average, interesting, bright or just plain bad looking. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2568394232124740601?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2568394232124740601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2568394232124740601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2568394232124740601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2568394232124740601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-look-again.html' title='New Look Again'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5523560881179895314</id><published>2006-12-07T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:39:39.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all in the name</title><content type='html'>One of my senior colleagues requested for a user id for me for one of the internal programs they're using here. And they made a mistake. They ACTUALLY didn't include my English name. They stated that my given name is my Chinese name. Can't say I really mind it as that is my name as well, however, the problem is that I've ALWAYS used my English name. I feel weird being registered into the system without my English name. I feel like I'm incomplete. Any sense at all there? I wish they had just asked me instead of being smart about it. They also should know that nowadays more and more Chinese people do have an English name that is registered in their IC. I actually hate it when people assume that my English is just a name that I've chosen myself to enable people to remember my name easily. I SO hate it. I'm Serena and Serena is me. Without that I'm only 50% complete. :( I've only tries to use my Chinese name once when I was in primary school. That time I wanted to embrace my origins. So I told EVERYONE to call me by my Chinese name. The result? It only lasted one day. Why? Well....I didn't respond for most of the time when my friends and teachers called me. So I gave up. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5523560881179895314?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5523560881179895314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5523560881179895314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5523560881179895314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5523560881179895314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-all-in-name.html' title='its all in the name'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3981781423480244631</id><published>2006-12-06T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:31:31.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we made the odd news!</title><content type='html'>I was kinda bored so decided to run through the news on &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo!. &lt;/a&gt;I didn't know they actually compile news that are odd. So I was going through that and saw an article with the header &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20061205/od_nm/malaysia_religion_dress_dc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Town To Enforce Ban on "Sexy" Dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I was thinking which town would have such a ban. And when I clicked on it, lo and behold, it stated Kuala Lumpur! I read about it in the newspapers but I didn't know it would actually attract Yahoo! to compile it under its Odd News section. Haha. But come to think of it, it certainly do sound odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...there goes another incident that will Malaysia known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3981781423480244631?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3981781423480244631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3981781423480244631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3981781423480244631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3981781423480244631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-made-odd-news.html' title='we made the odd news!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5467129053424141329</id><published>2006-12-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:59:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysian drivers</title><content type='html'>As I was driving back today, stuck in a jam, I was bored. So I decided to take some photos of how Malaysian drivers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RXWHkZXHLMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xrYOd2bR70/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RXWHkZXHLMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xrYOd2bR70/s320/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005055620245040322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RXWHkpXHLNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aqeQbtkIeVw/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RXWHkpXHLNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aqeQbtkIeVw/s320/DSC00314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005055624540007634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RXWHlJXHLOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hTIx-PBP8AQ/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RXWHlJXHLOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hTIx-PBP8AQ/s320/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005055633129942242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3 photos above shows 3 different cars which are trying to cut into the lane without any signal at all. The very drivers that I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RXWHlZXHLPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JXuX3Nf-wU0/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RXWHlZXHLPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JXuX3Nf-wU0/s320/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005055637424909554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This car is the example of a good driver. The driver signals which shows proper road etiquette as we were taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5467129053424141329?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5467129053424141329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5467129053424141329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5467129053424141329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5467129053424141329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/malaysian-drivers.html' title='malaysian drivers'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/RXWHkZXHLMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xrYOd2bR70/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2762712719424983436</id><published>2006-12-05T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:27:21.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cold weekend</title><content type='html'>Went up to Genting for the weekend. My god...it was SO frigging cold! I was absolutely numb. Shivering like mad all the time. Wish I had brought thicker jackets. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a very fully packed weekend.  I was pretty much on the go the whole time. So much so that I actually slept through a  karaoke session, only to be woken up by  someone belting out an oldie which was sooo depressing. That was when I decided I'd just better get to bed. Less depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on the Cockscrew twice. Wish I could have gone a 3rd time, but the novelty had pretty much ran out by then. Didn't get to try out the new ride, Flying Coaster, either. Was too late and every one was tired. Besides, the rest were enjoying the Space Shot so much, better not spoil their fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take much photo as I didn't have any camera. Once I get the photos from the camera gal, I'll post it up. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s.- THE BITCH is still bugging my life. Hhmm....wish I could get some of her DNA and then start doing voodoo. muahahahaha. &gt;:) I heart black magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2762712719424983436?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2762712719424983436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2762712719424983436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2762712719424983436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2762712719424983436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/cold-weekend.html' title='A cold weekend'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5436776208280297327</id><published>2006-12-01T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:59:38.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepted and Liked</title><content type='html'>Today was the best first day at work that I've ever had!! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Of course you can't really include my first day in &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HSBC&lt;/span&gt; . That was like going back to uni. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. This round, I'm surrounded with actual working people, the matured kind. And it feels great!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very nervous in the morning. Wondering how things will be like. Wondering whether they'll like me. I didn't even have appetite for breakfast. Sigh. But when I went in, I was introduced to everyone and they seem genuinely interested in knowing me. Some even started teasing me. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. It was lovely. Then my supervisor treat me to lunch as a welcome. We went to this posh looking Japanese restaurant opposite our office. Although the place looks nice, the food was so-so. I'm actually feeling some stomach discomfort since lunch till now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kesian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a mentor to teach me the ropes of the work, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sabri&lt;/span&gt;. Very nice guy and very patient. He really should be a teacher instead. But oh well...at least it benefited me that he chose this job. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. :p I haven't enjoyed work so much as today. I got to learn so many new things, the information are still swirling around in my head! And I absolutely love it! Hope that doesn't mean I miss studying. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hhmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully more happy days will come my way to make up for all those unhappy days I had before. I've seriously been blessed lately...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wide and contented grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I recently joined another  network that's something like &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; called &lt;a href="http://www.tagged.com/"&gt;Tagged&lt;/a&gt;. Don't really know why I joined. Hhmm....nope...seriously can't remember the reason. Anyways, ever since I joined it, some REALLY weird people have been messaging me. There's this guy called &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shahrukh&lt;/span&gt; (definitely not related in any way to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shahrukh&lt;/span&gt; Khan :p) who wanna be friends with me. And when I don't reply his message, he actually got angry at me. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wth&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't even make sense. Don't I have a right to do that?!?! That's Weirdo #1. Reminds me of the time in university when there was a certain middle east guy who liked me. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Eeww&lt;/span&gt;....that was a real freak la. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, weirdo #2, said I'm cute and wanna be friends with me. Is that a good enough reason? It certainly proves that he's not that intellectual. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But maybe I might just chat with him for the fun of it. The last time I chatted with a stranger was when I was in high school. That's seriously a LONG time ago. I should revive the kid in me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly....weirdo #3, some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;beng&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;called Ah &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Fai&lt;/span&gt; wanna know me as well. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hhmm&lt;/span&gt;...that have to consider la since I know how he looks like and he ain't interesting. I prefer to not know how he looks like. Way more interesting. Besides, he never said anything flattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like weirdo #2. Will I reply him? I don't know. The truth will be revealed soon........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5436776208280297327?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5436776208280297327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5436776208280297327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5436776208280297327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5436776208280297327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/12/accepted-and-liked.html' title='Accepted and Liked'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-354031643556908357</id><published>2006-11-30T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:45:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Slam Dunk !!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I participated in a basketball tournament, representing my ex-company. Weird right? &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know. It just keeps on coming back. And yes, you heard right...it was basketball. I've never played for real. Don't even know the rules. But I was asked to. So thought I would be nice for once. Besides, even if I don't play, I'll get to watch a basketball tournament. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;...I love watching those tall players dunking those balls. Something that I'll never in my life can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my team was fighting against Shell IT. My god...they were goddamn good!  And they're all like &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; tall! There was this Singh guy who's so tall and big, whenever he's near me, I fear for my life. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. He resembles the character &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sakuragi&lt;/span&gt; from Slam Dunk. There weren't any good 3 pointers as well. So sad. I've always admired 3 pointers as I'm always awed by their precision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had fun and we were runner-ups.. Made me miss all those PE classes in school and also inter-school tournaments. They're the bomb! I wanna play sports again! Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...I also met up with an old friend of mine. My first friend from uni, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fairuz&lt;/span&gt;. Had a nice time catching up with her. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fairuz&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for dropping by on such short notice! Love ya! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Muakkss&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/344018/fairuz%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/320/878998/fairuz%26me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fairuz&lt;/span&gt; and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-354031643556908357?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/354031643556908357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=354031643556908357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/354031643556908357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/354031643556908357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/live-slam-dunk.html' title='Live Slam Dunk !!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-6550605218965332351</id><published>2006-11-29T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:56:30.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls ... sigh</title><content type='html'>Girls...even though I'm a girl myself, sometimes I can't understand them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, something triggered me to write this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls just like to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengedik-gedik&lt;/span&gt; so much. I mean, fine if you wanna do it. But for god's sake, don't la go and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengedik-gedik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with people's boyfriend, especially mine! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaga la kelakuan sikit tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe there are things you can do with certain people and can't do it with other people. You have to see who you're dealing with. I don't wanna do that with someone's boyfriend. What would that make me look? A biatch? Well, I guess I have to be thankful for the fact that my ego wouldn't allow me to go down that road. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah la mengedik-gedik&lt;/span&gt;, wanna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merajuk pulak&lt;/span&gt;. Wtf. When I as the girlfriend don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merajuk&lt;/span&gt; that much, what makes you think you have the blardy right to, biatch? Fuck off la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already hard enough seeing these biatches and sluts doing their act in front of me. But the fact that its happening to the very person that means a lot to me, god....I wish I could just give them a tight slap or just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sepak&lt;/span&gt; them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..the amount of biatches and sluts existing on this very earth just keeps up going up day by day. Where's the good ol' days of well mannered and well brought up people? If this is what civilization means, I'd rather not have it. Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s.- this entry is dedicated to my boy, who inspired me to write this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-6550605218965332351?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/6550605218965332351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=6550605218965332351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6550605218965332351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6550605218965332351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/girls-sigh.html' title='girls ... sigh'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3750000778675764088</id><published>2006-11-28T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:54:15.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerio !</title><content type='html'>My last day is here. As much as I want to leave this department for a more interesting job, something than help me grow, I feel some sort of attachment to this place. I guess after being here for a little over a month, its just normal for me to develop such feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good New For The Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Today my supervisor gonna treat us to lunch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Got 2 days off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New beginning again. YIPPEE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking the train. I get to see different people with their different styles. Can get some new trend or something. Another thing is sometimes I bump into a friend or two, which is nice. And sometimes...I'll catch a glimpse of someone who resembles a friend, which is what happened today. It wasn't my friend as much as I wish it to be. However, it made me remember certain things that I've pushed to the very back of my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend has affected me in a certain way. We were in the same class. We don't speak in class at all. Actually, we don't acknowledge each other at all. Weird rite? But out of class, we meet up at night. Sometimes my friend will ask me to buy supper. We'll chat online every day, every night. We just never seem to run out of things to say. The most memorable time was when my friend went all the way to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mini market&lt;/span&gt; that was like 10 minutes away. Walking distance. And my friend doesn't like to walk far. My friend went there to buy an eye solution for me when I was complaining that my eyes were hurting. That was one of the sweetest thing a person could do for me. I was touched. Didn't know I'd mean so much to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to some misunderstanding, my friend stopped talking to me. My friend wouldn't accept my explanation, and what happened was unintentional. My friend decided to be childish and sulk, which lead to the lost of our friendship. I still feel sad thinking about it...but wutcha gonna do....my friend decided to cut all means of contact with me. I have no way at all to contact my friend again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till we meet again...face to face...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3750000778675764088?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3750000778675764088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3750000778675764088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3750000778675764088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3750000778675764088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheerio.html' title='Cheerio !'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-4686137322857970057</id><published>2006-11-27T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:33:24.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Away........................</title><content type='html'>If my prediction is right, I think this week will just swosh by. The reason? Well, I have two days off. No, it's not leave. Its actually my in between stage. Tomorrow will be my last day with this department and I'll only be starting work with the other department on Friday. So I've got two days off. Unpaid of course. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Wednesday, already have something on schedule. I'm actually gonna play basketball. A request made by my boy. I'm definitely gonna make myself look like a fool. &lt;em&gt;(Bimbo on court alert!!)&lt;/em&gt; But to make him happy, why not. Maybe I should learn the game for real after this. At least when the need arises, I can ACTUALLY play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/949355/j0305651.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/320/377038/j0305651.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....also planning to try &lt;em&gt;futsal&lt;/em&gt; on Wednesdays. Apparently its ladies night on that day. Actually..I hate soccer. Why? Well...I'm a &lt;em&gt;kaki bangku&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Although I have played classroom soccer before, if that counts. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-4686137322857970057?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/4686137322857970057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=4686137322857970057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4686137322857970057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4686137322857970057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/speed-away.html' title='Speed Away........................'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-4078500091212960305</id><published>2006-11-27T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:34:17.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st @ Tony Romas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/442074/bboy&amp;me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/320/981091/bboy%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first anniversary with my boy. Wow. Can hardly believe it. A year has passed and yet to me, it feels like we've just started. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Ain't that wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lovely surprise, he DID plan for the night. Let's just say, we've both forgot our monthly anniversaries at one time or another. It ain't that big a deal, I know, but it's just something that seems normal to remember about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went to Tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Romas&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid. I TOTALLY love the food there. Can't go there too often. I'm sure to put on weight if I do. The food is just yummy there. Pics of the food will be up in the next entry. Now...I just wanna hit the sack. It's been a long and interesting and happy day. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if my boy happens to read this entry, just wanna say, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-4078500091212960305?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/4078500091212960305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=4078500091212960305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4078500091212960305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4078500091212960305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/1st-tony-romas.html' title='1st @ Tony Romas'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1472034059604806485</id><published>2006-11-24T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:28:28.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antics and behaviour galore</title><content type='html'>I've just read that the UMNO general assembly was held live over Astro. Wow. I can't mask how suprised I was when I found out. I guess we ARE moving into the direction of a more developed country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is we're not watching these assemblies because we're wondering how its done and so on. But rather on what topics that are being discussed behind closed doors. Whatever they're discussing in there are concerning the citizens of Malaysia. Don't we have a right to know? And I don't see why we can only find out the outcome of the proceedings the following day, through printed media with all the contents filtered through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing to hide, then we should be able to watch it as well. Although they might have some issues which they'd like to witheld from us, the very one thing that they don't mind showing us is their antics and behaviour. Like old saying, actions speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and show us all what you really think. Its better than you giving us something which has already been carefully through but its a complete lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we just need to sit back and observe the very people we call leaders. The educated people of our dear country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-1472034059604806485?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1472034059604806485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1472034059604806485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1472034059604806485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1472034059604806485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/antics-and-behaviour-galore.html' title='Antics and behaviour galore'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-6893495378235945791</id><published>2006-11-24T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:00:20.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap for the day</title><content type='html'>I was wondering what people actually thought  about my blog. Interesting? Boring? Normal Unusual? Negative? Positive? Etc etc. So I asked my boy. And he said that when I blog, I only touched on the surface on what I'm actually thinking. The thing is, as much as I wish I could just blog it all out here, those things are still somewhat P&amp;C. So the most I can do is to blog it as a general topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things where if I do state it out here, the parties concerned might get a lil touchy. So I'd better avoid that. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those unlucky days taking the LRT. It came later than usual. Jam packed. And an idiot who doesn't know how to balance herself in a goddamn train! I mean, of course if that person have problem balancing herself, I don't give a damn about it. But if she just kept on bumping into me, how can I NOT be irritated. And the idiot just kept on pushing herself against me for god knows what reason. Geez. Talk about starting the day in that manner. &lt;em&gt;*rolling my eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO happy that its FINALLY Friday. This time round, it's not just because the weekends start right after work, but because of a certain event that is about to take place soon. Oh...and also that I'll get to finally watch James Bond. Hehe. Yippee yey! &lt;em&gt;*grinning from ear to ear*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-6893495378235945791?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/6893495378235945791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=6893495378235945791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6893495378235945791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6893495378235945791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/crap-for-day.html' title='crap for the day'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-6840645261784239020</id><published>2006-11-23T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:47:22.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long days, short nights</title><content type='html'>I've just started work and I'm already wondering when 6pm will come. I don't really mind work actually. Except for those times when a few of my fellow colleagues decide to ask me a couple of dumb questions. I just can't stand it when people ask me questions where the answers are pretty obvious. Some people say that they're just taking the opportunity to talk to me. In that case, I'd rather they don't talk to me at all! I'm mean aren't I. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague who sits behind me is like one of those weird creations by mother nature. For a grad, she's fantastically naive. And I thought I was bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Oh...and she has this weird obsession with emails or something. She likes to email me even though she could easily turn around and ask me. For gods sake, stop abusing the email technology!*rolling my eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such people around, how can I not look forward to 6pm?! Hoping that I'll be able to transfer to the other department soon. The current place is so incredibly boring! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love accounts, I hate planning my monthly budget. Its so much tougher than doing actual accounts! Or is that just what I perceive? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Hhmmm&lt;/span&gt;. At the mo, seriously wish a windfall will happen. I need to clear my debts!! I hate debts!! It's a nightmare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-End of story-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-6840645261784239020?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/6840645261784239020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=6840645261784239020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6840645261784239020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6840645261784239020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-days-short-nights.html' title='long days, short nights'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-7449899417850967787</id><published>2006-11-22T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:25:48.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected Turn of Events</title><content type='html'>I came to work today, slightly happy, thinking I'm gonna leave this boring job behind. Then when I tendered my resignation to both the manager and assistant manager, they both enquired how come I didn't apply for another job within the bank. So I told them that I didn't have any access to the vacancy site. They actually offered to ask around for me. My manager even immediately called HR. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. It was like they were trying to help the bank to retain staff or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thought...well...if they wanna help, why don't I just let them. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, within 2 hours I ACTUALLY got an offer! Can you believe it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. So shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to have a chat with the lady in that department. They deal with shares and investments. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Backend&lt;/span&gt;, thank god. It definitely sounds more interesting than my prior offer. More things to learn. And no customers to attend to! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;! And higher pay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my parents, got a definite green light from them. So 90% I'll take up the offer. Can't believe it! A normal day turned out to be a day full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully it'll go on being this nice for the rest of the day. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-7449899417850967787?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/7449899417850967787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=7449899417850967787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7449899417850967787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7449899417850967787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/unexpected-turn-of-events.html' title='An Unexpected Turn of Events'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3442279156007176442</id><published>2006-11-21T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:30:58.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grown up, but not fully grown up</title><content type='html'>I realised that I have grown up. Not just physically, which is an obvious fact. But rather, I've grown up in other aspects. Aspects related to thinking and making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still have my childish tantrum with me, which I'm still working on to getting rid of. I haven't perfected the skill of making the best judgements or decisions. But I think I've reached the stage where I'm don't make that many stupid decisions anymore. Pheww. Finally! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because I think a lot before I make a certain decision, it has increased the pressure I use to feel. Moreover, now I'm fully responsible for myself, I've developed this fear of never being able to make the right decisions. That has certainly increased the stress that I use to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have grown up in those aspects, but in some other aspects, I'm at the total opposite. I'm as green as ever, with no knowledge on how to handle things. As I grow older, I also explore new aspects of friendships and relationships. Realising certain traits that I have no idea I had prior to this.Some of these traits, I do not welcome at all, but since they're here to stay, I'd better learn a way to get around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I'm running out of time all the time...I thought once I start working, life will pretty much slow down...instead it has gone down the fast lane. Time certainly waits for no man or woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really thankful for all those who stood by me, through thick and thin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are...Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3442279156007176442?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3442279156007176442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3442279156007176442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3442279156007176442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3442279156007176442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/grown-up-but-not-fully-grown-up.html' title='grown up, but not fully grown up'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-6395384281077452972</id><published>2006-11-20T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T09:11:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cloudy day</title><content type='html'>Here I am again. Sitting at my desk on a cloudy Monday morning, going through all the news I can find on the Internet. The word 'again' just keeps on cropping up. That just shows how routine my life is and how much I'm waiting for something unexpected to happen and light up my life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...something unexpected certainly happened. Not today, but yesterday night. I accompanied someone to an event by my old company. The name shall not be disclosed. First and foremost, I thought it was a small, informal sort of thing. I was feeling kind of awkward and I had to pretend to be a staff throughout the whole night. Its not that hard as the people there hasn't change. But I kept on having this feeling that I would be found out. Haha. How stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had god knows how many rounds of games, disturbing me in my peaceful little corner. But there was one game which I've never played before, and which I might not want to play again in the future. Its a game where you have to dance on this piece of paper with your partner and they'll fold the paper smaller and smaller as time goes by. Don't know whether it has a name or not. Any idea what its called? Anyways, for the first time in my life, I was piggy-backed and carried over the shoulder. Lol. When I think about that now, I can't help but turn red. I don't know why. It's pretty normal, but still... =P I thought I'd only get to experience it on my wedding day, where the groom will pick me up and carry me into the house. A typical girl's dream. Haha. However, I do pity my partner who had to carry me. I ain't feather weight and he got a backache right after that. Sorry! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to cap the night off, I won a Monopoly set in a new twist of lucky draw where everyone gets a gift. I was indeed lucky to have won that considering the fact that the committee had a bunch of umbrellas as prizes as well. Lol. Poor peepz who got those.... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-6395384281077452972?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/6395384281077452972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=6395384281077452972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6395384281077452972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6395384281077452972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/cloudy-day.html' title='cloudy day'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2327699149703851052</id><published>2006-11-19T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:25:45.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food &amp; friends</title><content type='html'>As I'm waiting for someone to get ready, I thought I'd update my blog, as it'd just take a minute or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a high  school friend's Hari Raya open house, which was situated pretty near my house. The open house was such a HUGE occasion! I was shocked. I thought there was some event going on. There was a small van selling cendol and there was even a MC!! Gosh. Music was blaring from speakers situated at every corner of the tent. I've never been to a open house that's so....elaborate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unexpected part? There were soooo many SABians. I haven't seen most of them for like over 5 years! So it was swell. Hehe. The worst thing that happened was, I forgot most of their names and they remembered mine! They actually remembered little old me! I was pretty shocked and surprised in a nice way. In high school, I was extremely low profile and basically the only people who would know me would be my classmates. I made it a point to NOT mix with the popular kids; they made it easy actually as I don't like them that much naturally. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened in primary school, I pretty much got tired of being known by every teacher and student. It's too tiring and demanding. Lol. Gosh, I just made myself sound like a goddamn celebrity. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2327699149703851052?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2327699149703851052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2327699149703851052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2327699149703851052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2327699149703851052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/food-friends.html' title='food &amp; friends'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-7507999181045399969</id><published>2006-11-17T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:31:10.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade?</title><content type='html'>At the moment, I'm having an internal struggle in my brain. Between my practical and unpractical side. And what's is it regarding? Well....I'm thinking of upgrading my phone to the SE K800i. I know, i know. I've JUST gotten a job. I'm still in debt with my dad. Not a smart move. But I SERIOUSLY SERIOUSLY want it!!! And as history proved itself, when I want something, patience is definitely not an option. How?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I upgrade from a phone with 2MP camera to a phone with a 3.2MP camera and 3G? I need to spend around RM700+ for the upgrade, after trading in my current phone. The thing is....I want as good a camera phone I can get as I don't have a digital camera. And also....3G is kinda attracting my attention. The most unbelievable part is that I only have ONE friend who has 3G. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still stuck...help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/579938/sc001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/320/551872/sc001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/36970/sc002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7881/1137/320/866810/sc002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Any opinions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-7507999181045399969?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/7507999181045399969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=7507999181045399969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7507999181045399969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/7507999181045399969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/upgrade.html' title='Upgrade?'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-527942325691009607</id><published>2006-11-17T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:26:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consequences for wanting to be accepted</title><content type='html'>I was reading through my daily dosage of news on &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.msn.com"&gt;MSN&lt;/a&gt; when I came across an article that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about a 21 year old Brazilian model who died from anorexia. Ana Carolina reston is only 21 years old, just started to build a career in the modelling world and she died doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/061116_brazil_model_vlrg_10a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/320/061116_brazil_model_vlrg_10a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand if some people think that being ultra-slim is beautiful. Everyone has a right to their own opinions. However, I feel that its a little over the top when people starve themselves to achieve that look. Why must people starve? Why can't you do it the healthy way? Why can't they exercise? Is it so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't think starving is the way to do it. The healthy way is the best way. How come these people just don't see it? What's more....the people who encourage this behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that the modelling world is like a silent killer. Don't you think so? So much self torture to achieve the ultimate look....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-527942325691009607?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/527942325691009607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=527942325691009607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/527942325691009607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/527942325691009607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/consequences-for-wanting-to-be-accepted.html' title='consequences for wanting to be accepted'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5060628017933786988</id><published>2006-11-16T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:27:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty Day, Gloomy Day</title><content type='html'>When I was leaving home today, the sky were extra misty. I don't think its haze and I certainly hope its not. There's been too much haze going around recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen a misty morning for some time. And the funny thing was that the sun was up. So the mist should be there. Anyways, the mist made the day look extra gloomy and I was I could stay in my cozy bed, curling up under my blankie. This is one of those days where I'll wonder why work exist. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I read an article about Tom Cruise's Scientology wedding this weekend. It gave a little insight on how Scientology weddings are done. It sounds weird, but it seems that they are saying their wedding is more long-lasting than the usual wedding. Is that a fact? Guess we'll just have to wait and see whether Tom Cruise will go through divorce No. 3 in the near future. I wish them the best of luck. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5060628017933786988?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5060628017933786988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5060628017933786988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5060628017933786988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5060628017933786988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/misty-day-gloomy-day.html' title='Misty Day, Gloomy Day'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-724536456622870381</id><published>2006-11-15T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:30:20.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolute nonsense</title><content type='html'>I was reading my daily newspaper &lt;em&gt;theSun&lt;/em&gt; when i came upon an article, which to me seems a little bit unbelievable. The article stated that firms were told to hire less beautiful women. The reason? Because pretty women can easily get husbands who will provide for them. Therefore by hiring less beautiful women, the level of poverty in the country will be reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if. Not all beautiful women gets a husband who grows money from a tree. And I don't think, or at least I hope not, all beautiful women only marries rich guys. So how can they live solely on one middle wage with children being in the picture? I find it tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extend, I do see some truth in that. But how can a company not hire a pretty woman who has the set of skills required? Besides that, with the ever rising living standards in Malaysia, I don't think many men will actually opt for their wives to stay home. Of course there's still those of the old fashion minded and those egoistic buggers out there. With every single thing on the rise, e.g. water, electricity, petrol, every family needs to have a pretty high income monthly. Not only do they have to spend for basic necessities, they still have to save as much as possible for their children's education and old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't see how this is fair to all women in the society. And I don't think firms hire only beautiful women. They can't be THAT shallow. That's utterly stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-724536456622870381?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/724536456622870381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=724536456622870381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/724536456622870381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/724536456622870381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/absolute-nonsense.html' title='absolute nonsense'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-4453044656792572176</id><published>2006-11-14T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:05:03.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Activity @ Work</title><content type='html'>Just found out that I can actually log into my blog using my work PC. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;! Another way where I can spend my lunch time. Reading the newspaper doesn't take much time, but writing a blog certainly will. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I was reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;theSun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; today and there was an article about Barcelona. It certainly seems like a really nice place to visit. Therefore, I've decided to do some of those stupid list thingies as a reminder to myself. A reminder of what I plan to do in the near future, if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Places To Venture:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bali&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong&lt;br /&gt;- South Korea&lt;br /&gt;- Spain&lt;br /&gt;- Italy&lt;br /&gt;- US of A&lt;br /&gt;- Austria&lt;br /&gt;- Monaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Books To Spirit Me Away:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice Continued (I've wanted to buy this book since last year, don't know why I never got around to buying it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- Mitch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Albom's&lt;/span&gt; new book (forgot the title, it seems to be EXTREMELY pricey somehow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tech Stuff To Keep Me Occupied:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laptop (still considering)&lt;br /&gt;- SE K800i (to buy or not to buy, that is the question)&lt;br /&gt;- DVD burner&lt;br /&gt;- hard disk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will my list ever be fully fulfilled? I seriously have no idea. It's a working progress I suppose. Less fancy lifestyle, higher chance. Or maybe all these wanting is considered as a more fancy lifestyle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-4453044656792572176?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/4453044656792572176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=4453044656792572176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4453044656792572176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/4453044656792572176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-activity-work.html' title='New Activity @ Work'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2968435655763290694</id><published>2006-11-11T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:20:57.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Version of Infernal Affairs</title><content type='html'>When I heard that the movie, The Departed, was the American version of the highly successful Hong Kong movie, Infernal Affairs, I was pretty much sceptic on how good it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion and as far as I know, the remakes of movies from one language to another language, is SO not possible. However, I might be highly unlucky to have only watched the lousy remakes. Maybe there are better ones out there that I missed? Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I decided to not watch the English version to prevent myself being completely disappointed. Well...can't let Matt Damon, who portrays Andy Lau's character, spoil it all basically. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.minishorts.net/"&gt;minishorts'&lt;/a&gt; blog when I came her entry on The Departed.. And there's a part that I love most and I'd like to quote," Matt Damon, you're not halfway COCKY enough to pull off an Andy Lau. You don't look cocky. You suck. You're a lousy Andy Lau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really comment on Matt Damon's acting as I didn't watch the movie, but well...if another person thinks he's not as good as Andy Lau, I'd definitely believe. Gotta support my No. 1 idol of all time! Lol. How absolutely bias of me. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2968435655763290694?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2968435655763290694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2968435655763290694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2968435655763290694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2968435655763290694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/english-version-of-infernal-affairs.html' title='English Version of Infernal Affairs'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-8527063541054132750</id><published>2006-11-10T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:57:12.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Terrible Week</title><content type='html'>Work has become a drag now. Waking up is not that hard anymore. But staying awake at work is definitely hard. I keep on dozing off and coffee is so not helpful. Or maybe I should have it decaf? Would that be more effective? Hhmm...don't know. Maybe an expresso would work better still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just glad that the 5 working days has passed and I'll be able to relax for two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I know it, another 5 more such days will be stretching out right in front of me. What a vicious cycle of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-8527063541054132750?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/8527063541054132750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=8527063541054132750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8527063541054132750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8527063541054132750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/terrible-week.html' title='A Terrible Week'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-561756265336010524</id><published>2006-11-04T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T03:18:14.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TJ's Burfday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I went for my friend, Tajul's birthday celebration. It was actually a day after his birthday, but I guess it was better as it was a Friday. It's easier to get more people to attend. So we met up at 11ish at this place called Lecka Lecka at the sidewalk at Starhill. Pretty nice place. Looks posh of course. It has to be since its right outside Starhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there was quite a big turn out. Some of unexpected people turned up, as in a couple of my uni friends from Malacca. So it was a good surprise. I tried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shisha &lt;/span&gt;but it sucks. Haha. I took too fast an intake and I started having a coughing fit. Everyone just started laughing. IMHO, its too technical. Lol. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tajul was supposed to stay off alcohol cause he wanted to respect the raya month, hence the venue was an ice-cream place. However, to my amazement, there were actually alcohol. They served tequila shots and a flaming lamborghini for the birthday boy. And Tajul obviously didn't stay off alcohol that night. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebration, a bunch of us went for a mamak session. It was nice. It suddenly felt like one of those days in Malacca. Just a different venue and different state. For the entire duration, the rest of the world seem to have disappeared. Just my friends and I, existing in our own world, having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need more of that. The real world is seriously too much for me after a period of time. I want to be carefree for a little time. I want to be absolutely happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-561756265336010524?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/561756265336010524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=561756265336010524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/561756265336010524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/561756265336010524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/tjs-burfday.html' title='TJ&apos;s Burfday'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-705841131869101414</id><published>2006-11-04T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:53:01.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity Dinner</title><content type='html'>Went for Ti-Ratana's Annual Dinner at Desa Waterpark at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained like cats and dogs. I thought a lot of people won't turn up but as soon as it started, the rain slowed down. Guest it was Reverend's blessing? Haha. How superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the usherer for the VVIPs. The hard part was I have no idea whatsoever on how the VVIPs look like. I don't even know how the Guest of Honour look like!! Until people were practically calling me impatiently and telling me to pin the corsage for the Guest of Honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole dinner went pretty well. The lucky draw part was a total havoc because of the unprofessionalism part of one of the MCs. Sigh. Hopefully they'll find a better one for next year's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the usual joy that I feel at the end of the event. Fantabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-705841131869101414?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/705841131869101414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=705841131869101414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/705841131869101414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/705841131869101414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/charity-dinner.html' title='Charity Dinner'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-703603648389195699</id><published>2006-11-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:13:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF !!!</title><content type='html'>Yes! I've been longing to say that for some time now. Being jobless, can't really say thank god for any day of the week as every day is like every other day.  Now that I'm back in the game....I can start saying that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could rest this weekend, but it seems like I'm pretty pack. Tomorrow night, gonna hang out with my friends from university to celebrate a birthday. Oh..before I forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It seems like its been ages since I last met up with them. Miss that kind of fun. I just hope that we'll do something fun and crazy. But since a certain someone is obviously gonna be there...will it be all fun? Good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, going for the annual dinner by the welfare society that I was working with previously. Now, my status is volunteer and I'm loving it. So much better than staff. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...I'm being mean now. In a way. Hope everything will go fine. Just a bit nervous as I'm in-charge of the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VVIPs&lt;/span&gt;. Scary bunch of people. Hope I won't let the committee down. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a tiring week. I just wanna....rest. The weird thing is, although I'm all tired out, I like it. It means I'm fully utilizing my time? I hope I'm not deluding myself into thinking like that. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyful joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-703603648389195699?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/703603648389195699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=703603648389195699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/703603648389195699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/703603648389195699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/11/tgif.html' title='TGIF !!!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-8737898807328090145</id><published>2006-10-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:31:19.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Event That Made My Deepavali Great</title><content type='html'>Actually, I don't celebrate &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; officially as I'm a Chinese. But since I live in Malaysia, a multiracial country, I like to celebrate all the festive seasons with the other races. The reason? Well...festive seasons somehow give me a certain warmth that I myself can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; is more meaningful for me cause my nanny (from when I was 5 months old to 2 years old) celebrates it. Since as far as I can remember, I always visit her during &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt;. Her cooking is absolutely fantastic and I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; love the traditional sweets and cookies that she makes. Since I grew up celebrating &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; in that way, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; isn't &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; if I don't visit her. And whenever I visit her, I'm filled with a certain happiness that I don't usually feel. Deep inside, I know she love me a lot even though I'm older now and I don't visit her as much. Whenever its time for me to leave, I feel the sadness tugging at my heart. She stays near, however, it just isn't the same. Another reason I love visiting her is because she'll start telling the other visitors bout me when I was in her care. The things that I do. I wish I remember it all. Apparently, I understood Punjabi and I love her husband a lot. I'll always bring him his sarong and slippers when he's home from work. Sadly, he left this world for a long time already. I actually still remember how he looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I thought I was going to have a pretty moderate &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; as I was told that she wasn't going to have an open house. I was pretty sad bout it. Then on Saturday, my mom told me that we were invited to her daughter's house for &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt;. She moved to a new house and wanted her mom to rest this year. I can't start to express how happy I was to hear that. I went, spent those precious few hours with my nanny. Had fun with her granddaughter and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; grandson. It was like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those few hours made my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; change from being moderate to great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/majie%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/320/majie%26me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't my nanny just beautiful? I love my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;majie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-8737898807328090145?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/8737898807328090145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=8737898807328090145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8737898807328090145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8737898807328090145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/event-that-made-my-deepavali-great.html' title='The Event That Made My Deepavali Great'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-2711003067908266655</id><published>2006-10-28T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:59:04.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Well, after I started work, things seem to be busier. I guess the reason is cause I have to dedicate my time fr 9am-6pm for work. Not to mention the fact that travelling alone takes so much of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm also involved in the organizing of Ti-Ratana's Welfare Society.  My role is considered very minor as I'm not require to run around. But I have to attend the meetings and stuff. And the 'best' part is that I'm put to handle the VIPs. It's all about etiquette. *biting my nails in a frenzy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think all's well ends well. ^_^ Oh...best part bout today is....I'm going for my ex-nanny's open house. Yey! I thought I wouldn't get a chance to taste her cooking this year. To me, it ain't a Deepavali without visiting her. Hehe. Can't wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: there's something seriously wrong with Blogger. I can't seem to backtrack my posts for some weird reason. And its soo irritating. There's a couple of entries I need to backtrack, but don't think I'll do that anymore. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-2711003067908266655?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/2711003067908266655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=2711003067908266655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2711003067908266655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/2711003067908266655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-213085283125895797</id><published>2006-10-28T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:52:35.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali !!!</title><content type='html'>Well..Deepavali has finally arrived. After waiting for one year. And no, I don't celebrate Deepavali although I'm extremely enthusiastic about it...not officially at least. Haha. Why I love Deepavali? Well....it's the one time in the year where I get to eat my ex-nanny's DELICIOUS cooking. Her curry and chappati's are just soo yummy!! Also, I get to visit my friend, Hema. Its nice to chill with her on Deepavali's. I don't know why. It's like a Deepavali routine for me. Lol. Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally like to plonk myself down in front of the TV watching all those Hindi movies being shown on TV. Somehow this year, I didn't seem to be able to catch any. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at night, I went to my neighbour's open house. It was also a birthday celebration for their cute lil' 2 year old daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/DSC00236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/320/DSC00236.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                The birthday girl, Harithea's homemade birthday cake. So colourful right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I planned to go to a Deepavali cum Hari Raya party by Traxx.fm near my place. But I didn't know it was to end at 9pm. So I missed it. Sigh. But it was soo quiet I totally forgot there was any party going on at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/DSC00237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/320/DSC00237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those were the highlights of my Deepavali. How sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-213085283125895797?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/213085283125895797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=213085283125895797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/213085283125895797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/213085283125895797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/deepavali.html' title='Deepavali !!!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-8610345790319202388</id><published>2006-10-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:13:19.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festive Mood</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be Deepavali already. Can't wait. Goona go to my friend's house for lunch. It's gonna be such a blast. While I wait, I'll just have to continue with all these typing work. Need to find other options already. Its never too early to start looking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo..today, I decided to try fasting. It ain't easy when you're thinking about food. By noon, I was extremely hungry. Haha.  But towards the end of the day, I was so busy getting home, I managed to forget my hunger pangs. I even broke fast later than I should. But then I did start later than I should. Haha. It was interesting though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-8610345790319202388?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/8610345790319202388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=8610345790319202388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8610345790319202388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/8610345790319202388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/festive-mood.html' title='Festive Mood'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-756473838771266199</id><published>2006-10-19T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:08:32.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day</title><content type='html'>The same old thing I did today. I wish I can have a breakfast session with my colleagues before work. I love that a lot. But it seems like none of them come in early at all. So what I'll do is, go alone and then, slowly read the newspaper to while away the time. How sad can that be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch however, I was shown to the cafetaria. It was like a grand tour thing. But its very nice. Like a mini foodcourt. Lots of choices and the food seems nice. So I packed some lunch and went to the pantry to eat it with some colleagues of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to work again. Hhmm...now it all seems like clockwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-756473838771266199?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/756473838771266199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=756473838771266199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/756473838771266199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/756473838771266199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/second-day.html' title='Second Day'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-5885500948927045426</id><published>2006-10-18T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:52:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Wel...started work today. Woke up early with no problems as its just the first day. Haha. Was extremely excited and nervous. Had a slight problem falling asleep the day before. Anyways, the jam was ok. Reached the LRT station on time. Reached Ampang almost 45 minutes earlier than my starting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my supervisor, a lady by the name of Audrey Khor. Very nice lady. So she explained everything to me and then I started doing my work. Basically, my job is doing data entry. So basically, I just sat there and started typing and typing and typing. The worse thing is, my colleagues are not all that friendly. They're like forever busy and run on their own schedule or something. But on the first day, I think by Audrey's instruction, a girl by the name of Leena, asked me to join her for lunch. Went over to Ampang Park. The queue to the place we were going were kinda long. But the food was ok. Went back and starting typing again. Basically, that was what I did till work ends. Boring huh? Haha. But it pays well. So no complains?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-5885500948927045426?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/5885500948927045426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=5885500948927045426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5885500948927045426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/5885500948927045426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1592200795012513170</id><published>2006-10-13T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:57:01.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!! finally...</title><content type='html'>Today...it started pretty normal. And I woke up especially early as well as I needed to go to the recruitment agency I registered to recently. Woke up at 8.30am, practically dragged myself out of bed. 'Twas real bad. I seriously need to get use to getting up early now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I woke up at 8.30am, dragged my sleepy ass down to the agency and I think I only spent like...10 minutes there. I rejected a job and asked to apply for some other job that I was interested in. Then I dragged myself back home again. Not very productive I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...at 11ish, I got a call from one of the consultants there saying that she had forwarded my resume to a bank looking for temporary staff and someone will call me shortly. Ok. The person called me and we chatted, talked bout the benefits of the job, nature of the, etc. Sounds not bad. Discussed with my Mom a bit then I agreed to take up the job. That means...I'm NOT jobless anymore!! YEY!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start this Monday. Haven't got all the details yet. Will only know tomorrow. Gosh...can't believe that I'm actually excited to work. And the most interesting thing is...I'm actually gonna work normal working hours. I'm actually gonna wake up WAY early and fight with everyone for transportation. Wow...I haven't done that in AGES. My last two jobs was pretty laid back in that aspect. The first job, I started working at 3pm and the second job, I started work at 10am. So now..I'm gonna need to wake up around 6ish every morning for 5 days straight. Oh god...help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still glad tho....wohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-1592200795012513170?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1592200795012513170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1592200795012513170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1592200795012513170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1592200795012513170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-finally.html' title='YES!!! finally...'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-1285745064922683150</id><published>2006-10-13T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:45:55.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love for the money or love for the game?</title><content type='html'>I have a question to ask my fellow blog readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;If you're working, would you work for the money or for the fact that you love the job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I know that everyone out there has a specific job that you love to do or have always imagined doing since you were a kid. So do I. But let's say that when that time actually comes or by some unfortunate luck, you don't get to do what you've always wanted to do, that means you'd need to move on to the next best option. That's where the question comes in. Would you choose to do a job because you naturally do enjoy doing it(although it's not your first option) or you'd just work for the money as you can't do what you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Please do give me your feedback. Would love to hear what you guys out there have to say on this subject. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9322185-1285745064922683150?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/1285745064922683150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=1285745064922683150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1285745064922683150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/1285745064922683150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-for-money-or-love-for-game.html' title='love for the money or love for the game?'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-521514285795884413</id><published>2006-10-13T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:24:37.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self torment</title><content type='html'>I think the worse torment that could inflicted on a person is a self torment. You wanna know why I think so? Well...when a person inflicts it himself or herself, only they can remove it. No other person can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm kinda tormenting myself. I'm putting myself in a situation where I only have myself to blame. I put myself in that situation. It may be amendable or it may not be amendable. Sigh...I don't know what I'm to do actually. This is a situation that I wouldn't have imagined myself in to be in in a million light years. Seriously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to have an idea what my future will be like. But now...its gone like how a mist disappears after the sun comes out. I can see no signages to show me the way. I'm just stumbling, making sense of my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a test by God? I don't know. If it is, God seem to be testing me a lot recently. I must have done something wicked in the past that made me deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma.....the cycle of fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-521514285795884413?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/521514285795884413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=521514285795884413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/521514285795884413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/521514285795884413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/self-torment.html' title='self torment'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-6803855714225219640</id><published>2006-10-12T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:45:54.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Out &amp; Exploring</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I hang out with my brother. So we decided to go to this place called Friendster Cafe in Damansara Perdana. I've heard about it before but never been there. As my brother stumbled upon it one day when he was lost around that area, he's been pretty keen on checking the place out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/friendster%20cafe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/320/friendster%20cafe.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logo was 95% like Starbucks, as I was told. The concept is like any other cafe. Nothing really stands out. In the display counter, they seem to only display cakes and no food. For food, you need to order from their menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beverage menu, each and every one of their drink has the name Friendstercino in it. Hhmm...trying to add some originality I guess? Anyways, my brother ordered a Mocha Friendstercino and I ordered a Tramoto Friendstercino(mango blended with Vanilla). The feedback was that the Mocha didn't have enough Mocha in it and was a little too sweet. As for my drink, it tasted only of mango. Where's the vanilla?! Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/mocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/320/mocha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Mocha Friendstercino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/tramoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/320/tramoto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Tramoto Friendstercino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for our drinks to come, we were just going through the menu, we realised that there was a couple of spelling errors. So I fully utilize my mobile camera. I took pictures of the error and I'm gonna post it here. My brother said I was really bad but...hehe....that's the point of a blog!! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/menu1_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/320/menu1_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shouldn't it just state Chicken Chop? Or they're just trying to attract attention by changing Chicken chop to Chicken Chopped?? hhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/1600/menu2_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7881/1137/320/menu2_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for this, shouldn't it be Creamy Carbonara Style Pasta? I really don't understand whether its done on purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-6803855714225219640?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/6803855714225219640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=6803855714225219640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6803855714225219640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/6803855714225219640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/hanging-out-exploring.html' title='Hanging Out &amp; Exploring'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-3571753525500911521</id><published>2006-10-09T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:18:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tests, tests &amp; more tests</title><content type='html'>After being an official bum for like....almost a month now, I've FINALLY decided to register with a recruitment agency as getting a job myself seems impossible. I don't seem to be a person good enough to market out. Sigh. =(  How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to an agency that a friend of mine went to. Apparently they have a huge clientele with mostly being banks. YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first I registered myself on the computer. There were basic Math test, English test, some true/false test, a Math on additions only and also typing test. The basic Math was pretty easy...if only my brother wasn't disturbing me while I was doing it. The English was easy though some of the Qs were kinda...strange. I think I failed the test on doing Math additions. There gave like a zillion numbers to be added up together and there were 4 sums. I took the whole 5 mins(that's the max time allocated for the test) to do 1 sum!! I didn't notice that the Qs were actually pasted on the table for easy reference. Damn! The true/false test was pretty dumb. You just need to see whether the info given on both ends of the equation is correct or not. I think its purpose is to check our eyesight and how fast we can read info. The typing test was kinda interesting. I was just re-typing a piece of story. Thanks to all the practise I got from typing games and online chatting, I managed to score 49 wpm. Cool! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went for a short interview with one of the consultant. A middle aged lady attended to me. Very nice and friendly. Then she passed me to a colleague of hers, who was handling banking vacancies. Apparently there's a contractualy position in an international bank. Yippee! Hopefully they'll call me for an interview despite my lousy performance and achievements. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-3571753525500911521?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/3571753525500911521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=3571753525500911521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3571753525500911521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/3571753525500911521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/tests-tests-more-tests.html' title='tests, tests &amp; more tests'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-116032428021333422</id><published>2006-10-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:18:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overdose of Zs</title><content type='html'>I think the title is pretty much self explanatory. I don't know what's wrong with me but it seems like I still have a huge love for sleeping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...I'm not all that young. People say that the older you get, the less sleep you need.  However, it doesn't seem to be true for me. I'm still sleeping my min of 8 hours and sometimes  my max of 11 hours!!  It's crazy. The only time I won't do that is if I'm working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's my solution. Never be jobless then I can decrease my hours of sleep. Haha. Some people actually have a biological clock in them. If they've been waking up at a certain time every day for a period of time, they'll automatically wake up at that time when they don't have to. Wow...I sure wish I had one of those. I ALWAYS need a physical clock by me to make sure I don't oversleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is it's making me gain weight!! Darn. After losing some weight, which I'm glad is gone, I think I'm starting to pile it up again! I'm not one who loses weight easily, which is a total curse, but I don't wanna gain it all back just cause I wake up late. It so ain't fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my plan: wake up at 7am every day, go jogging, do some exercises to keep fit and most importantly, get a firm grip on what I'm eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I get a job, my plan will be: find a gym that offers Kick Fit (a kickboxing type of exercise which tones every part of the body) or kickboxing alone is fine and join YogaZone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in life, keeping fit is a darn important. Else, I'll end up looking like a perfect blob. Eewww...not a nice sight at all. And also keeping fit ensures a healthier life. Yey! Don't wanna get any sicknesses at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'tender'&lt;/span&gt; age. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-116032428021333422?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/116032428021333422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=116032428021333422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/116032428021333422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/116032428021333422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/overdose-of-zs.html' title='overdose of Zs'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-115985494330413692</id><published>2006-10-03T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:55:43.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question of Mobility</title><content type='html'>I have been a pretty avid technology fan, mostly towards mobile phones. I try my best to get updated on the newest technology available out there and also the best phones out in the market. As useful as a mobile phone might be, at the end of the day, it all boils down to the mobile network. If say that your mobile phone has all the latest function, but your mobile network doesn't give you the service you subscribe to, the phone is pretty darn useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, my mobile phone is very important. Hell, that's the main way that I keep in touch with my friends, especially those who do not have my home number. I'm somewhat handicapped without my phone. Of course besides the obvious usage of making calls, my phone has pretty good functions like a good camera and GPRS. And I do use them pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my mobile network, I've been pretty happy with it. It provides me with what I want and also cause most of my friends roam on the same network, meaning cheaper call rates. However, lately the network has been pretty screwed up. I'm not sure whether there's a problem with my phone or the network, but my network doesn't seem to be available. I thought maybe they were doing some maintenance work. So I called them up to enquire, but they told me no maintenance work was being carried out. So why isn't the network available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing at the moment is that my mobile phone is extremely important as I've put that as my main contact number in my job applications. An important call might be waiting for me and it couldn't get through to me. I know it's my bad that I didn't include my home phone. But the problem with my mobile phone should never have arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this problem doesn't crop up often. It's not pleasant to find out that you have no mobile coverage when you're in the middle of an emergency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-115985494330413692?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/115985494330413692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=115985494330413692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115985494330413692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115985494330413692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/10/question-of-mobility.html' title='The Question of Mobility'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-115925756118073669</id><published>2006-09-26T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:59:21.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring of Friendship</title><content type='html'>Although most of the time I find Friendster to be a tad too boring. I mean...there's NOTHING to do at that site. Besides, updating your profile, which rarely happens as nothing much changes, uploading new photos, being a busybody by going through every profile that has been recently updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap...it's definitely boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times though, it will produce small little suprises. Like when old, almost forgotten friends  find you in the network, adds you, and start the process of getting to know each other again. It's something that you'd look forward to, rekindling a good old friendship that was almost lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys of being in Friendster network...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-115925756118073669?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/115925756118073669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=115925756118073669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115925756118073669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115925756118073669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/09/ring-of-friendship.html' title='Ring of Friendship'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-115907044652726398</id><published>2006-09-24T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:00:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Of Blogs</title><content type='html'>I've found another favourite past time. This new past time is somewhat requires the same skills as my main past time. Now you might be wondering what my past time might be. I might seem to be more of a couch potato(well, to some extend, that's true as well), but my main past time is definitely reading. If I had endless funds, I'd buy book after book. Unfortunately, I don't have such a liberty. So now...I've temporary replaced reading books to reading blogs. Yeap...blogs work as well as books. It'll bring you into another world, one that's simply different from mine. The difference between that and a book is that books are fiction while blogs consist of facts. Real stuff that people in other parts of the world go through. The best part is to find another person at the other side of the world sharing the very same idea or thought as you do. That feeling is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are totally cool... ^_'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-115907044652726398?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/115907044652726398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=115907044652726398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115907044652726398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115907044652726398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/09/world-of-blogs.html' title='World Of Blogs'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-115885255214198542</id><published>2006-09-21T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:29:12.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.I.Y.</title><content type='html'>I've always thought men like D.I.Y. concept a lot. I mean, they ARE men. That's what they're supposed to do! However, today I was proved otherwise. I went to the workshop to service my car. While I was sitting there waiting for it to be done, I saw some men driving big, flashy cars. Walking with an attitude. And they can't even fix their own wipers! Wth. How hard can that be? It's just wipers, dude. Just read the instructions at the back. After that, I've realised that I like men who D.I.Y. Hhmmm...guess I've always had that mentality as my dad is a guy who likes to D.I.Y. And I thought men dig D.I.Y. stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-115885255214198542?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/115885255214198542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=115885255214198542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115885255214198542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115885255214198542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/09/diy.html' title='D.I.Y.'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9322185.post-115866162861533386</id><published>2006-09-19T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:27:08.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Had A 'Twin'</title><content type='html'>I used to have a sort of twin a long time ago. We use to read the same books, watch the same show, play the same games, do the same things. But like every other twins, we changed when we grew up. We have different tastes, different interests, and different issues that we think its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went through my 'twin's Friendster profile, I was suprised to read certain information that was put up. Some of the information under the favourites were exactly my favourites as well. I actually wasn't aware of this. I guess it's because I never really asked? But after finding that out, I realised that no matter how much we've changed, deep down inside, we are still the same. Even now when we meet, certain things that we say or how we react to certain things people do or say, all we need is to look at each other and we'll know exactly what the other is thinking. It just sends an unexpected warmth running through me every time that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm now smiling just at the mere thought of the memory. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9322185-115866162861533386?l=h2y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/feeds/115866162861533386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9322185&amp;postID=115866162861533386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115866162861533386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9322185/posts/default/115866162861533386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2y.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-i-had-twin.html' title='When I Had A &apos;Twin&apos;'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092274417768202089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESLrubiNUgI/SmFDgDvLlHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2l1x1ZFm45Y/S220/P1030136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
