<?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-5164276063409280373</id><updated>2011-12-02T17:06:43.818+08:00</updated><category term='Safety'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Frustration'/><category term='Badminton'/><category term='English'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Goodbye'/><category term='Scam'/><category term='Psychology'/><category term='Crush'/><category term='Environment'/><category term='College'/><category term='HELP'/><category term='Bank'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Resolution'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Past'/><category term='Imagination'/><category term='Super Junior'/><category term='Leeteuk'/><category term='MLM'/><category term='Korean'/><category term='High School'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='Spelling'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='MSN'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='God'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Tech'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='June'/><category term='Formspring'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Competition'/><category term='Assignment'/><category term='Photoblog'/><category term='Donghae'/><category term='Justice'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Routine'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Cake'/><category term='US'/><title type='text'>Life in Technicolor</title><subtitle type='html'>Faith is being sure of what we hope for and being certain of what is unseen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2313889022321267319</id><published>2011-09-18T03:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T04:06:49.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>I hate America!</title><content type='html'>Well...not all of America. Just the people dealing with  my money. First off, Stony Brook University raised the tuition fee because Cuomo passed the bill to increase the tuition fees of SUNYs every year for the next five years because he wants to improve the education system. But who knows how much of that money goes into the education fund? A little heads up would have been nice. Just a few weeks before I transferred (after I've paid all the deposits) they told me that, "Oh, we're gonna take more money from you because we can." It frustrates me so much that there's nothing I can do to prevent that. Because he's the governor, he can take my money?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's Bank of America. Don't even get me started on the overdraft fine. That is just ridiculous. But what happened today is even more ridiculous. So I opened an account with BOA on the 17th of August. I was given a temporary debit card when I opened the account and was told that I will get the permanent one in about 7 business days. It's been exactly a month. They've sent me two mails; one bank statement and one for tax forms (which I don't know why I have to do. I'm not a US citizen! You're not taking any more money from me!). But no sign of any debit card. Oh, that's fine and dandy until I realized that my temporary card expired because I couldn't pay my tuition fees or take my money out of the ATM. I called customer service and was put on hold (that's fine and all IF THEY WOULD JUST STOP PLAYING THE BLOODY MACHINE SAYING SHIT LIKE, "BECAUSE OUR CUSTOMERS ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO US, WE MAY E-MAIL YOU WITH A BRIEF SURVEY TO GET REVIEWS ON OUR CUSTOMER SERVICE" I'd rather have my arms ripped off than answer a BOA survey!) What I got from Ashlee of customer service was that BOA ordered a permanent card for me but FORGOT TO MAIL IT TO ME! Ohhh....you had no idea how much I wanted to curse her. But I didn't. So proud of me. I called 2 weeks ago and was told that I will get it in 10 business days. Why didn't that lady tell me they FORGOT TO MAIL IT!? Would've been nice to know then. I have to wait till they send me the bloody card on Friday. So now, I  have no way of getting to my money. I am stranded in the United States of America with no money. Good job, Bank of America. I applaud you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's AT&amp;amp;T. I signed up for it in the city and used it for 3 days. Cancelled it on the 4th day to get on Virgin Mobile because it was too expensive. Got charged $54 for 3 days of calls, texts and the activation fee plus tax. I was told that I will get my $500 deposit back in 2 weeks, plus US Postal Office mail time. I was supposed to get that check yesterday. But no...I didn't. I check the mail box every single day. So I called them after BOA. They didn't mail a check at all. They credited my deposit but it was never mailed out. The case was even closed! What? So if I didn't call...they would've just taken my money like that? Lady on the line said she'd open the case for me again. Now I have to wait for another week for them to call back so they can figure out how to send me the money. Which means I have to wait godknowshowlong for the check/credit. What irks me so much is that it took minutes for them to take money from my account for the bill but it's been a month and they still haven't sent me my deposit back. What's up with that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to know what is wrong with all of them? When it comes to money, they don't care who they screw over. They just want their benefits. Customer service is just a way for them to screw us over even more with their phone holds and surveys. They don't take the effort to tell us what we have to do step by step to get what we want. When I opened the account with BOA, she didn't bother telling me the fine details. Just gave me a booklet and told me how to credit money into the account, use eBanking and take money from ATM. What about the tax forms? Or how I have to pay to cancel  my account? Same goes with AT&amp;amp;T. If the guy on the line told me how to get my deposit back (or if I can even get it back) when he cancelled my line, it would've been nice. Thank you America, you strengthened my love for Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-2313889022321267319?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2313889022321267319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2313889022321267319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2313889022321267319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2313889022321267319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-america.html' title='I hate America!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5751215292482708044</id><published>2011-09-14T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:11:04.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><title type='text'>Complaints</title><content type='html'>Ohmyblogiloveyousomuch! Yes, you can tell that I'm either drunk or sleepy. And I'm prohibited from alcohol so it's gotta be the second one. Why am I still not sleeping you ask? Well, I had to write this journal assignment for my transfer seminar class. Just completed, now catching up with friends back at home. I was just telling Albert how ever since I came here, I've been complaining a lot about my life. I love it here. I do appreciate this great education opportunity. But housekeeping details in my life have been agitating to me. Because I live on my own now, I have to worry about the internet bills, the rent, my mobile no. and FOOD! I buy groceries every weekend but somehow I never find time to really cook for lunch or like today, no food the entire day. I woke up late, thinking I can just go to class at 11.20 and that's it. But no...I had to go to the Visa office because they didn't scan my documents properly and then, I had to decide whether I should drop this writing class or not. Easy A vs. More Time. In the end, I dropped it but I had to wait till my writing class today is over for whatever nostalgic reasons I had. So, I was late for my next class which is Psychology (my major=very important). I couldn't go to class before dropping the class because today is the last day to drop subjects. Yupp, it's so me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do realize that I have more complaints about everything in general. It shouldn't be like that. My non-Christian friends here embrace the godly principle of not complaining better than I do. Oh, sure...PSY338 is hard. Just suck it up and do it! Get an A! Get into grad school! No, get into grad school in Stanford! This shall be a beautiful memory of me beating myself up. Gooooonight lovely people! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5751215292482708044?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5751215292482708044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5751215292482708044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5751215292482708044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5751215292482708044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/09/complaints.html' title='Complaints'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-890239540643405740</id><published>2011-09-03T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:17:33.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><title type='text'>American English 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say a lot of 'like's, 'basically's and 'oh my god's in your sentences. You'll fit right in. It does have negative consequences, however. One big one being that some people will eventually get annoyed at the repititive words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-890239540643405740?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/890239540643405740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=890239540643405740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/890239540643405740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/890239540643405740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/09/american-english-101.html' title='American English 101'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-3515325644566215371</id><published>2011-08-23T08:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:47:58.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><title type='text'>Life as a student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sad thing about living as a student? I have to cut corners everywhere. I just ate out of the pan I cooked with and it also happens to be my kettle/pot. Oh, I'm using disposable spoon and chopsticks I got from chinese takeaway. Ahh...this is why they say students have no money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qnSle_kS1z0/TlL4uDsDj_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Bf-f-vbp-ig/IMG_20110822_203415.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-3515325644566215371?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3515325644566215371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=3515325644566215371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3515325644566215371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3515325644566215371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-as-student.html' title='Life as a student'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qnSle_kS1z0/TlL4uDsDj_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Bf-f-vbp-ig/s72-c/IMG_20110822_203415.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-3401187214430765518</id><published>2011-07-16T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:42:53.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist for my 20th</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, this is my first birthday wishlist in my (almost) 20 years of age. If the things I request seem preposterous to you, bear with me. This is my first time and I'm doing this mostly for fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch/Dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.tao-cuisine.com/index1.php"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tao Restaurant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pencil case: No special preferences. As long as you think it looks nice and it's about the same size as my current one (it can fit my scientific calculator and a stapler). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://combatboots.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Combat boots&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: My feet are about 24.5cm-25cm in length (US size 7 1/2 to 9; UK size 5-6 1/2; Europe size 38-40).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new haircut: I don't care where I get it done, as long as it's a decent place. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water tumbler: No special preferences, just a secure one and can fill at least 500ml would do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebook-reader-review.toptenreviews.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e-Book reader&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canon.com.my/p/EN/114-Digital-Cameras/375-Powershot-Pro/1862-PowerShot-SX230-HS/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Canon PowerShot SX230 HS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hint - I like the colors purple and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If none of these work for you, I can always use some winter clothes (long-sleeved shirts (cotton), scarves, jackets (fleece/waterproof), hoodie, swimsuit, cotton socks and jeans. No other special preferences. You can just ring me up and I'll follow you wherever to get the right fitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in mind that I will still appreciate other presents and simple birthday wishes. This post is just to give an idea for people like &lt;a href="http://www.joolyone.blogspot.com"&gt;Lim Ke Xin&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-3401187214430765518?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3401187214430765518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=3401187214430765518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3401187214430765518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3401187214430765518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday-wishlist-for-my-20th.html' title='Birthday Wishlist for my 20th'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-1549138720896634063</id><published>2011-07-08T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T01:57:23.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>A few updates in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1) My laptop went dead on me. I believe it's not salvageable, unless I'm willing to fork up 700 big ones for it. So, I'm currently working on my sister's laptop which she got with her allowance (HA!) and now she doesn't want it. It was supposed to be my brother's slave computer but somehow he gets little electric shocks from using it. I'm now using a laptop named Jen Hoe and has none of my stuff in it except a folder for Afterschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I finally couldn't take all the pressure from balancing my Stony Brook preparations AND my job that I told Rajah I would quit in the middle of the month instead of the end. He was pretty cool about it. Yeah, I have a really nice boss. If only he could be less demanding. Or maybe I'm just lazy since I've never gotten a real job before and therefore, never known real pressure. [Rajah, if you're reading this, you know I love you! Hahahaha. Please don't write a bad testimonial for me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm finally gonna move to Stony Brook, New York! Yays for me! A lot of people around me has been oohing and ahhing about New York City when I tell them about SBU. It's an awesome place since it's only about an hour and half from The City that Never Sleeps, The Big Apple, the home of The Statue of Liberty, Times Square (THE Times Square and not Berjaya's rip-off version) and Broadway. I really appreciate being so near a metropolitan and all (kinda reminds of of home in Cheras where it's only half an hour away from KL city center) but I wouldn't have minded being in a suburban/rural area because people would be friendlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving to New York, these past few weeks has been really busy for me. I had to renew my passport (don't get me started on the immigration department!), apply for visa (who knew I had to pay so much and fill in so many forms for it!?), find an apartment, start shopping and packing and say my goodbyes. Nope, I still haven't found a place. Rent is really expensive, it's about $400 a month. Still, it's cheaper than living off-campus which is about $569 a month, and I can't cook. Meaning, crappy cafeteria food everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I have no people to depend on there so I was kinda afraid of going-still am, a little. Thankfully, my sister has a couple of friends from SBU and I got Ms. Naini to help with contacting a few HELP seniors there. SBU has this Commuter Assistant program too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel pretty bad about not being smart enough to get a scholarship. Why is it always like that, huh? I've always been in the top class in school and I'm one of the good students in college (I think) but I'm never the best. In school, it was Gayathri and in college, it was uhh...someone I didn't know but definitely not me. I've always gotten better than average scores but not the best. In SPM, I was one A away from a scholarship. Well, at that time anyway. Now, HELP ADP decided to lower their requirements and if I entered college this year, I could've knocked off RM2,000 off my tuition. Not a lot, but it's something. Most scholarships need at least a 3.5 and what do I have? A 3.45! I'm so close but yet so far. I'm always the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make my parents proud. It breaks my heart sometimes when I see how my dad has to work in Johor, away from the family and his whole life just to be able to support my education. Gah! So frustrating. If only I knew that this day would come. Then I would've taken Form 6 instead and saved us that RM30k. Or at least applied for a PTPTN loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing my fingers and hope for the best for my experience in SBU. I'll commit all my time into academics, networking and employment. Pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-1549138720896634063?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1549138720896634063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=1549138720896634063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1549138720896634063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1549138720896634063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/07/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7494014986754572613</id><published>2011-05-04T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:17:43.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formspring'/><title type='text'>Who's the best teacher you ever had? What made them your favorite?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;My English teacher, Puan Dyanthi. She isn't afraid to tell it like it is. That and the fact that she's awesome. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/audreyctho?utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-7494014986754572613?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7494014986754572613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=7494014986754572613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7494014986754572613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7494014986754572613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-best-teacher-you-ever-had-what-made.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s the best teacher you ever had? What made them your favorite?'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-776547979574939707</id><published>2011-03-29T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:37:56.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><title type='text'>Accepted!</title><content type='html'>I got accepted by Stony Brook University! Teehee! It's about $25,132 for tuition and room+board. It's pretty cheap for a good Psychology school. But with my dad retired and all...I'm still not sure if I should accept the offer. Sigh...I should just apply for the Singapore Scholarship and see how it goes. Anyway, here's the e-mail I got; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Audrey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes, we did receive the documents. At this point, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am pleased to inform you that we have reviewed your academic records and &lt;b&gt;you are eligible for admission &lt;/b&gt;to Stony Brook University.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;In order to be fully accepted to Stony Brook University and to obtain an I-20 to study at a U.S. institution, you must submit the following financial documents.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  For further assistance on organizing your application and required supporting academic documentation please view the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stonybrook.edu/ugadmissions/forms/intlinstructions.pdf" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;International Undergraduate Application Checklist &amp;amp; Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;~[list of documents omitted]~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stony Brook University Processing Center Mailing Address:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stony Brook University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;UG Processing - INTL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;279 Broadway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Albany, NY 12204-2755&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bogdan Scurtu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;I'm not sure if I'll even go but knowing that a university accepted me just feels darn good. Since I got rejected by Berea College, I thought I'll never transfer to the US. At least there's a lil' bit of hope now. Thank you, Stony Brook! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-776547979574939707?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/776547979574939707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=776547979574939707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/776547979574939707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/776547979574939707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/03/accepted.html' title='Accepted!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-4451327026427202704</id><published>2011-03-26T19:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:58:25.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>How it is at work</title><content type='html'>I used to like answering questions on Yahoo! Answers, especially questions about education. The reason for the past tense is that I got sick of it after doing it for the past 5 days on my job. Allow me to explain: 23rd of March 2011 marked the release of the results of the most publicized (in my opinion) standardized exam in our country. Three letters; S. P. M. In short, it's like puberty for brains. I'm guessing about 90% of 17 year olds in Malaysia takes the SPM (citation needed). So, some of them, fresh out of SPM, believing in everything their parents and teachers tell them (e.g. Get into the Science stream. You should become a doctor or a lawyer.) start asking a bunch of generic questions on &lt;a href="http://afterschool.my/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afterschool.my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or our &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Afterschool.my"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facebook page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The most common one would be; "Hi. My results for SPM is (some-grades-I-don't-care-jackshit-about-why-are-you-telling-me-this-?). What course should I study?" The thing is, I don't really mind helping them find their 'destiny' in life. I actually like doing those things. But can they give me some clues? There's only about a thousand of courses they could do and all they're tellin' me are some grades that don't really matter. 'Cause we all know what the Ministry of Education do to our grades to make it seem like we're getting smarter so the big-wigs at parliament can pat themselves on the back and call it a job well done.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's one type of people among these that are particularly annoying. I call them the 'Doctor-wannabes'. Similarly, they tell me a bunch of grades I don't wanna know but this time, they focus on the Science grades. Asking me if they can still study Medicine if they did badly in their Biology, Chemistry and Physics subjects. I don't know what the teachers and parents feed the kids but all of them seem to think that doing badly in SPM is of an equal standing to the end of their lives. Okay, so they didn't do well in Science....they can still go into private colleges to do Medicine. The extent of what SPM grades can tell in the future is about as much as my ability to predict what my dog is having for dinner tomorrow night. (Read: not much, only limited to the immediate future if any at all.) But the bigger issue here is not with their Science grades, it's in their ability to see the mistakes in saying; &lt;i&gt;"How to study doctor?"&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"I want to study as a doctor."&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;"Choosing a doctor as my career path."&lt;/i&gt; If they can't even converse properly, how can they do all that molecular biology, virus detection stuff? I'm also seriously doubting their interest in Medicine. Are they sincerely considering Medicine as a career field because they want to help mankind and all that noble stuff or is it because of the money or maybe it's their parents' lifelong dream after witnessing their children play doctor? I don't know. What I do know however, is that half of them would probably just drop out the moment they know how difficult and time-consuming it is to study Medicine. And then they'll take up some generic course like Mass Comm (#6 in &lt;a href="http://www.holytaco.com/the-10-most-worthless-college-majors/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 10 Most Worthless College Majors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; list) or Business Admin. This just goes to show how practical us Asians are when it comes to careers. It's all about the money, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-4451327026427202704?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4451327026427202704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=4451327026427202704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4451327026427202704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4451327026427202704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-care-full-stop.html' title='How it is at work'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-1295580331349080601</id><published>2011-03-20T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:07:38.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>So, Berea replied to me yesterday with this e-mail:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Wai Siong:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The International Admissions Committee would like to thank you for the interest you have shown in Berea College. However, I am sorry to inform you that we are unable to offer you admission at this time. You are invited to apply again next year, but you will need to resubmit all of your materials and use the new International Application form, which will be available in June 2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;International students are highly valued by Berea College, a learning, labor, and service community that has always sought to welcome all peoples of the earth. However, our mission to serve the Appalachian mountain region limits us to only 30 international students per year, despite the fact that we receive application materials from more than 1,000 students worldwide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please accept our best wishes as you continue to pursue your educational goals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luke Hodson&lt;br /&gt;Director of Admissions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Regrettably, we are unable to return your application materials to you or forward them to another institution on your behalf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...I placed a lot of hope into this college. I really thought I was going to get in because my SAT scores were up to their standards. Maybe it's because I'm a transfer student and my credits are harder to transfer? Or maybe I'm just not meant to go to the US? One thing's for sure; if #67 Berea doesn't accept me, why would Trinity College that's ranked  #36 take me in? Even if the acceptance rate is higher in Trinity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I read the e-mail yesterday, I knew it wasn't gonna be good. Usually when it's good news, they'd name the mail something along the lines of; "Berea welcomes you!" or "Congratulations!" but noooo~ the subject for my mail was; "Regarding your application for admission" I didn't know they'd reply me that fast...the website said they'd send out letters in April. Maybe I'm just that much out of their radar that they rejected me first? I felt numb..I can't even bring myself to read the whole letter (even until now), I just picked up words like, "sorry" and "unable to offer". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to cry and ask God why couldn't I get in!? Is it because I didn't pray hard enough? But the reason why I didn't pray hard enough was that I didn't know where God planned for me to go. If I could've gotten in when I prayed hard enough, I would hate myself so much right now. My heart hurts so bad...Berea would've been an answer to my parents' financial problems. I could get a cheap college with the expense of the academic standards, but I don't want that! I think I deserve to get a good education. Berea just sits right in the middle of the academic-finance scale. It was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life just sucks sometimes, huh? With that door closed, I'm just hoping that the other two doors will open. If this fourth door named Singapore Scholarship (which is way harder to get into) opens, I'd just go along with it. It's not my dream, but who cares about my dreams? My priority right now should be what God has planned for me to do. I only hope that he'd make it clearer to me what his plans are so I won't place my hopes in the wrong places. Read: If Stanford University is not where I'm meant to be, please tell me so. I don't want to feel this bad anymore. There's no way I'd get into Stanford for my undergraduate studies, I'm hoping I'd get in for my postgrad. I kept thinking however, "If the world ends before I get into my Masters, I'd never set foot on Stanford grounds." ARGH!! Why did I ever make Albert Bandura my mentor? ('Cause he's the awesome-st theorist still alive today?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-1295580331349080601?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1295580331349080601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=1295580331349080601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1295580331349080601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1295580331349080601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/03/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-8997885354764154949</id><published>2011-03-11T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T18:06:01.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Cursed</title><content type='html'>I'm currently blogging this from my office-YEAH! I got a job as a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;writer&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.afterschool.my"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afterschool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's this website that specializes in counseling for after SPM students (I know, what an &lt;i&gt;original&lt;/i&gt; name, right?). Anyway, I'm happy 'cause I get to do what I like-writing and get paid for it. Plus, I only need to check into the office once a week. The rest of the days, I work from home. I finished all the assignments I could think of. I'm just waiting for my editor and boss to reply my e-mail now. Since I've got time...I might as well do something 'productive'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few years, I've been pretty irritable when it comes to correcting English grammar and vocabulary. I've only come to this realization these few days when I suddenly become more acute of wrong grammar in people around me. (Maybe it's because of my new job?) Now I know how hard it is to hold myself down from correcting people's English. I'm not saying mine is perfect. Heck, my spoken English is really bad...people have a hard time trying to understand through all my mumbling. But when I listen to people, I can't help but dissect the words that come out of their mouths and grammatically correct them. I don't say it out loud, oh no. I just mouth the corrected words out or just think them in my mind. It drives me crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally know how embarrassing and terrible it feels when people correct me. My dad's been doing it for years and he's proud of it. That's why I don't correct other people. But what if they keep making the same mistakes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;over and over again&lt;/span&gt;!? Someone has got to do the correction, but hopefully not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh...looking back at my HELP college days, I've seen Trish struggle from correcting people many times. She would literally be in spasms from holding herself back. I didn't get it back then but I know now. I'm not at that level...yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-8997885354764154949?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/8997885354764154949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=8997885354764154949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/8997885354764154949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/8997885354764154949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/03/cursed.html' title='Cursed'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-3667451326566215580</id><published>2011-02-24T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:49:18.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>I've always done pretty well in spelling tests. This one seemed so simple that it's &lt;s&gt;embarassing&lt;/s&gt; embarrassing how I got Calendar as Calender!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/quiz/twitter_spell"&gt;&lt;img src="http://theoatmeal.com/img/quizzes/generated/8_75_c.jpg" alt="The Twitter Spelling Test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/"&gt;Oatmeal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-3667451326566215580?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3667451326566215580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=3667451326566215580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3667451326566215580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3667451326566215580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/02/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7978489460696878520</id><published>2011-02-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:51:46.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my Mama!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QzPzz9OLNDA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ad made me cry like a little girl. Imagine, 6 months from now...I'm going off to the States as well. The exact same thing at the beginning of the ad happened to me. I got irritated at my mom for asking me how to switch on the telly more than a few times. Ahh...the guilt. I hope that my mum knows that I actually love her very much despite all my actions showing otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-7978489460696878520?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7978489460696878520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=7978489460696878520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7978489460696878520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7978489460696878520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-my-mama.html' title='I want my Mama!!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QzPzz9OLNDA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5829082526126506860</id><published>2010-10-15T20:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:39:34.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Dear God, My Ideal Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iasos.com/audioclp/StairwayToHeaven-D-4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 725px; height: 545px;" src="http://iasos.com/audioclp/StairwayToHeaven-D-4d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could pick out the little things and people in life that I like and put them into a box. Then I'll live the rest of my life inside that box. If that were to come true, my box would have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;lavender fields&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;chocolate falls&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ice-cream boats swimming in the chocolate that would never melt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;marshmallow penguins and dolphins that would swim with me in the chocolate river&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;books in the clouds that I can just pluck out and read&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;stars made of gummy bears&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;flowers with all the colors I could think of for me to use as paintbrushes whenever I feel like painting on the sky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a floating glass house with a bed made of bubbles that would sometimes float up and around the sky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I would use a rainbow to slide down from the house and a bubble would take me up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the weather will change according to my mood (when I'm happy, I want to see the sun and when I'm sad, I want to see the moon)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;when I want to watch something, the sky is the screen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a tune would follow with each step that I take&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AND all the people that I love would be there; my family, friends, Super Junior, Coldplay, Backstreet Boys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This just goes to show that a person can think of anything at all when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is applied. I just feel sad these few days because I know that next year when I transfer, I need to separate from all the things I've known for 19 years of my life. I know it will happen eventually but a person can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, right? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What's your box like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5829082526126506860?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5829082526126506860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5829082526126506860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5829082526126506860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5829082526126506860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-god-my-ideal-box.html' title='Dear God, My Ideal Box'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-497736544482244552</id><published>2010-08-30T23:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T02:41:09.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MLM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>I'm tired of Multi-level Marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got pitched for MLM again, this time it was for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Herbalife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. I'm tired of these direct selling plans, it's getting annoying. My mum's doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cosway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, Dhinesh is doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; now this random girl on Facebook texted me for Herbalife. From the first moment I heard about MLM, I've had a bad feeling about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was when my sister and mum got into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lampe Berger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. The first time they got pitched the idea, I was there and it felt wrong to me. It felt like it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;going against nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, going through a shortcut in life. I didn't like it at all. They started by investing RM3000, buying oil lamps. Then my sister got all excited and started her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'business'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to earn some money of her own. Eventually the hype died down and we all just forgot about it. A few years later, we heard that the whole scheme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;collapsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and all the members got into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Thank God we only started small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then when I left my sheltered life behind in Cheras and got into college, I got exposed to MLM on a bigger scale. First it was Dhinesh, my friend from college. His parents is in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and he plans to build his own Amway business and retire early so he can travel and achieve his dreams. I really think he can do it, he's the kind of person that will succeed in MLM. When he talked to me about his home-based business, I had no idea it was MLM at all. I brought my mum along to this talk he had. The moment they said the words Amway and MLM, a fresh wave from the past flooded me. Call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, but I don't like anything that has to do with MLM. From that time onwards, whenever Dhinesh talked to me about Amway, I just nod and make agreeable sounds but remain distant about it. He was persistent and finally I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; him that if whenever I want to get into MLM, I would ask him for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then my mum went into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cosway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, she was and is absolutely positive about it. Cosway is like Amway, but they run shops. She plans to run a Cosway shop of her own with her friend. I guess it's okay because she just invests a returnable deposit and Cosway will pay for the shop's expenditure. But then she has to buy a certain amount of items from Cosway every month. Now I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;deprived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; of certain brands of common items like Darlie, Pantene and Kotex. Cosway has their own brands for everything but it feels odd. I've been using these brands for years and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;don't like how I have to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; them now. My mum tried to sign me on to her downline but I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;against it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. She was okay with it, she got my sister and brother to help her out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A few days back, this girl, Nikko messaged me on Facebook about hiring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Psychology graduates and students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; from HELP University College. She said it's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wellness coach job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and she's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nutritionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. I saw pictures of her on Facebook about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Herbalife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and I knew something was off. But, I put all my pessimistic thoughts behind. It sounded good because I needed a job anyway, so I went for it and met her today. To say I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was an understatement. I was expecting a proper job where I get to exercise my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;psychological skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I learned at college. When we sat down to talk about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;job prospects'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, I immediately got down to business and stated the obvious, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Is Herbalife about MLM?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The dude, Victor who was with Nikko said after a slight pause, "Oh..Herbalife is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;more than MLM, it's helping people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;." He wasn't even answering the question. He said Herbalife is helping people by giving them the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;right nutrition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. They showed a lot of pictures; fat people turn slim, slim people turn fat, skinny people turn buff, acne faces turn smooth, diseased people turn healthy..etc. All the while, he kept saying, "Won't you like helping these people? How would you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; psychologically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; if you get to help these people?" I turned distant when I realized that it's MLM, yet again. I just agreed at the right parts and went along with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To think that they actually related all this to psychology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What does it have to do with anything I've learned!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I'm actually quite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;offended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; by this. Wellness coach and nutritionist, really now!!?? I didn't work so hard on my degree to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;salesperson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Oh wait, no...they kept saying it's not sales, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;helping people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. If I'm earning money from it, it doesn't feel like I'm helping them. How would I know I'm helping them, eh? It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to start the Herbalife diet. And it has to be a continuous process. Once you stop taking their products, you gain it all back, right where you started. Sure, at first you're just taking their products, eventually you'd have to sell them too, because you can't afford their bloody protein shakes and vitamins. For their credit, their products does seem to work, if you're into protein shakes and multivitamins. If you live to eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;proper food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; like me, don't even think about it. Water and exercise is all you need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[Omit reading this part if you're not Victor or Nikko but go ahead if you're just that curious]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Victor and Nikko, if you're reading this right now, I'm not going to your customer day this Sunday. Please don't persuade me anymore, I don't want it to get ugly...especially since we're all children of God. We can still be friends. ^^ I just don't like the whole idea of MLM. Now, I know how Victor said it's just a tool to help people. Where money's involved, it doesn't feel right. It feels like MLM is making a tool out of us. Remember Matthew 6:19-24? I don't think I can spend so much time on earning money and still serve God wholeheartedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No offense to those doing well in MLM, I'm sure it's a great way to earn money, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;passive income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and all that. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a person like me cannot and will not do well in MLM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. I hate persuading people, especially people I know. It's like I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;milking money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; from the people I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;trust and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. So, when I make friends, it doesn't feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, business have to come first. Oh, and don't start telling me how it's great to earn a better income and not have employers boss you around. Let me experience it myself! How would you know that I don't like getting bossed around and I like earning lotsa money!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have worked before and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I actually like having a boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, I don't have to take as many responsibilities and I like letting people telling me what to do..it's simpler that way. I want to earn money with the degree that I've studied so hard for. Sure, I may earn a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;measly salary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; at the beginning and maybe even after I work really hard, I won't get as much as a high ranking MLM distributor does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. To me, that's a good thing. I don't want to have lots of money and retire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I actually like studying and working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. I think if there's too much money in my life, it takes away the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fun of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...takes away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my focus on God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's like when you play a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;computer game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, let's say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Sims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, you enter a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cheat code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and get lots of money to buy a nice house with grand furniture. At the beginning of the game, it's really fun with so much money, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;get anything you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and have fun building your house. After that, you realize the house is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;too big and lodged with so much crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, you can't play at ease. It gets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; because you don't have anything to do. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; of the whole game was to go on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, to achieve your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; using your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;own means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. You're supposed to study and work for money to buy your dream car, build your dream house and get the dream life partner. With so much money, there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no need to work hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; anymore. You skip a whole chapter of your life. Sure, it's hard to work...but&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's also fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. The ecstatic feeling you get when you get your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;first paycheck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. The years of hard labor to get that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;promotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and when you finally got it, how would you feel? Your dream house, put together by years of dreaming, seeing it built in front of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;your very own eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bit by bit. Won't you wanna experience it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*btw, only about 1%-10% of MLM investors earn any profit. The usual amazing testimonies at weekend seminars probably involve exaggerated salaries or they're really the lucky few that managed to earn so much. It's not easy to do MLM, it involves a lot of hard work and sacrifices (like your children).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-497736544482244552?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/497736544482244552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=497736544482244552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/497736544482244552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/497736544482244552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-tired-of-multi-level-marketing.html' title='I&apos;m tired of Multi-level Marketing'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-634838661022011540</id><published>2010-08-10T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:01:50.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye'/><title type='text'>Kiss Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TGFtX02HkoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xRJXbNgzjRk/s1600/IMG_8879-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TGFtX02HkoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xRJXbNgzjRk/s320/IMG_8879-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503800475713507970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TGFtXgT7X1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/l5Jm6ThsSUA/s1600/IMG_8888-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TGFtXgT7X1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/l5Jm6ThsSUA/s320/IMG_8888-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503800470201392978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TGFtXFs0HjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hUiuFNr9LsY/s1600/IMG_8868-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TGFtXFs0HjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hUiuFNr9LsY/s320/IMG_8868-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503800463058017842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOODBYE CARMEN SUM YUEN YEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My very first college friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very good assignment buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I think of you, I think of;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being ambitious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being committed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wang Lee Hom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a tribute to you, I listened to Wang Lee Hom today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will see you next year~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember to write and Skype me loads! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5164276063409280373-634838661022011540?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/634838661022011540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=634838661022011540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/634838661022011540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/634838661022011540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/08/kiss-goodbye.html' title='Kiss Goodbye'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TGFtX02HkoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xRJXbNgzjRk/s72-c/IMG_8879-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-6019944862102711298</id><published>2010-08-08T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:51:05.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>A Slice for Everyday - Raspberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the really late post..was resting from my trip to China and Blogger is banned in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to my high school friends, I got to sample 7 different types of cheese cakes from Secret Recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was planning to eat one slice per day but I had that China trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I ate everything in one go, with some help from my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TF7ekfK-loI/AAAAAAAAAcA/A5ffb7dJKxU/s320/18072010136.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503080513117525634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started out with something I like, Blueberry Cheese Cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wait, scratch that...it turns out that it's Raspberry after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never had Raspberry Cheese Cake before, something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It had like teeny little seeds in there, which is kinda annoying really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the shape is horrible...because it was carried around all the way to Shah Alam and back without refrigeration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm surprised it didn't turn into a puddle of liquid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I liked that it was creamy and dense with a hint of sour from the fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the disfigured shape really made it hard to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cakes like these are meant to be eaten with the cookie crust attached to the cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had bites with lots of crust and some just the cheese alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, this cake is not my favorite slice...I've had better ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blueberry Cheese Cake still wins over Raspberry Cheese Cake. Amen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TF7ekC1XLsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4aoIIcK7cv4/s320/18072010135.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503080505510670018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-6019944862102711298?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6019944862102711298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=6019944862102711298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6019944862102711298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6019944862102711298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/08/slice-for-everyday-raspberry.html' title='A Slice for Everyday - Raspberry'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/TF7ekfK-loI/AAAAAAAAAcA/A5ffb7dJKxU/s72-c/18072010136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5870091470899901910</id><published>2010-07-13T17:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:52:09.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>What happened to me today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've heard of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learned about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But never in my life would I ever think I would experience it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It happened minutes before my Anthropology exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's safe to say, my concentration went out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I arrived 'safely' at college,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was freaking out, telling my friends I was really scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were like, "Don't worry about it. It's just an exam".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I told them it's not that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they started guessing what happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They finally got it and were disgusted by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of them told me their own similar experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least I wasn't alone, I felt better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I walked past the crime scene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I held my breath and ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was terrified of that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I walked to my car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was hoping some other female would be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then history won't repeat itself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard footsteps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my keys out and was ready to gouge eyes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I let my breath out and thanked God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sped away in my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I paid for my parking at the counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen him countless times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today, he seemed different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't dare to stay near him long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I reached home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I texted Sal and Kexin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Told them what happened to me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sal being Sal, totally don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to explain to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kexin was disgusted as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both sighed at my lost innocent mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept imagining what I could've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could've called the cops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could've kicked him in the nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could've stapled him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could've used pepper spray on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heck, I could've used a gun on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what really happened was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went a bit blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I realized what happened and what might happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, what happened to me today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;I got flashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*To those studying/working near HELP, don't hang around the bus stop opposite the highway from UOA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*Never park at ECM Libra ever, unless you have someone with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*Even a person like me who has a brown black in Taekwondo gets afraid too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*Bring self-defense devices if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5870091470899901910?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5747002540170387265</id><published>2010-07-11T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:53:43.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donghae'/><title type='text'>Headphones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ahh...I lost my earphones again. Time to get a proper pair of headphones! I suddenly remembered about the headphones Donghae wore in Seoul Song MV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.lyle.web.id/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/mixstyle-7.jpg" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 666px; " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's shooo cutee! I looked throught a lot of websites. The brand is called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mix-Style&lt;/span&gt;. Some say it's not reliable, some think otherwise. Apparently there are a lot of fakes out there. The price ranges from RM45 to USD105 (plus shipping). If only there is a shop in KL that sells them. I'm going to China soon anyway, maybe they sell them there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's quite common...someone said it's practically everywhere on the streets on Hong Kong. Japanese created them..but I think they're kinda over it already. Hmm...should I get them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXUqRNvWaFs/Sx5DUYyAT_I/AAAAAAAAACM/bOgpLgPvyDA/s400/6090_108390988684_673583684_2119576_4090421_n.jpg" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5747002540170387265?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5747002540170387265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5747002540170387265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5747002540170387265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5747002540170387265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/07/headphones.html' title='Headphones'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXUqRNvWaFs/Sx5DUYyAT_I/AAAAAAAAACM/bOgpLgPvyDA/s72-c/6090_108390988684_673583684_2119576_4090421_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2220417303264836709</id><published>2010-07-01T00:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:54:42.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leeteuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Teuk Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoho..wondering why I would suddenly post on my blog after so long? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's because today is Leeteuk a.k.a 'the dude on my key chain' of Super Junior's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahh~ already the second time I see him grow older another year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wished him on twitter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/special1004" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;special1004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 생일 축하 합니다! 사랑해 오빠~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23happyteukday" title="#happyteukday" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#happyteukday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It basically translates as "Happy Birthday! I love you, oppa~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Really, I don't know what to wish him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Took me a while to get the right words to wish him in Korean too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not like his English is good either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The ELFs gave him a Macbook Air for his birthday! Dang! They're good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And Donghae just mentioned that he 'likes' the Apple iPad, the fans get it for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not even his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you see me anytime today, I'll be all happy because it's his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it's my birthday month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People, I expect a party planned for me, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-2220417303264836709?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2220417303264836709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2220417303264836709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2220417303264836709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2220417303264836709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-teuk-day.html' title='Happy Teuk Day~'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5412348178829320922</id><published>2010-05-20T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:55:22.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formspring'/><title type='text'>Do you like me??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/audreyctho"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5412348178829320922?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5412348178829320922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5412348178829320922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5412348178829320922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5412348178829320922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-like-me.html' title='Do you like me??'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2688252588474319540</id><published>2010-05-19T23:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:01:26.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye'/><title type='text'>I get it now</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel like I'm all alone in the world, especially since I'm leaving soon. We had so many plans...go on a trip to Melaka, baking cupcakes, karaoke. Can I do all that before I go? None of the people I know here will follow me to the States, so why bother getting closer now? It will just hurt more when we part. &lt;div&gt;I'm counting down to the day when I have to say goodbye. I have yet to choose the university that I want to attend, let alone apply. But it still feels closer than ever. Always Be My Baby by David Cook on replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We were as one babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For a moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And it seemed everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That you would always be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now you want to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I'm letting you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cause I know in my heart babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our love will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm a part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I ain't gonna cry no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And I won't beg you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you're determined to leave girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I will not stand in your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But inevitably you'll be back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cause ya know in your heart babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our love will never end no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know that you'll be back girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When your days and your nights get a little bit colder oooohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know that, you'll be right back, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ooooh! baby believe me it's only a matter of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my my baby....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me (you will always be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And we'll linger on (we will linger on....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsty.com/lyrics/d/david_cook/always_be_my_baby.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lyricsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/5164276063409280373-2688252588474319540?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2688252588474319540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2688252588474319540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2688252588474319540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2688252588474319540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-get-it-now.html' title='I get it now'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7300863871398852427</id><published>2010-05-06T17:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:57:30.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justice'/><title type='text'>Day 4 of Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went to Carrefour with Mum today.&lt;div&gt;Was too bored that I wrote 'Jusco Rules!' on Carrefour's refrigerator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to claim the 'free gift' from buying Pacific West fish sandwiches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lady there was so rude...I told her, "Nak claim free gift untuk Pacific West, sauce itu." (Sighh...I know, terrible BM) (-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "Apa dia?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ehh...sauce itu...rasanya mayonnaise la."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was like, "Haa? Boleh tengok barang tak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum was all the way at the other side of the mall, I had to walk back and take the frozen sandwiches from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I showed it to her. She said, "Oohh...MAYONNAISEEE~! You kata apa tadi? Sos??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a lot of effort to not climb over the counter to claw at her face. "Ye lah. Mayonnaise tu sauce la." (And the product brand was called 'Sauz'. Dudee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After fiddling around and trying to find the MAYO, she said, "Sorry la..rasanya dah habis stok."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind I was like, aren't you supposed to know your work space clearly? Know where you put everything exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Saya boleh gantikan dengan barang lain la."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Barang apa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sos tiram atau sos cili."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SAID, "SOS CILI LAH."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing I know, she gave me sos tiram. Ahh! I don't care anymore. Whatever. I know my mum would have said we don't eat oyster sauce anymore..why can't you change to anything else? And she did. If I talk to that counter lady anymore, I could lose control and claw her eyes out with my key chain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what have we learned today, kids? Jusco is better than Carrefour! *insert ooohhhs and aaahhhs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S-KS3MMvH5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4L-fzuIqnYU/s1600/05052010112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S-KS3MMvH5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4L-fzuIqnYU/s400/05052010112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468094374446309266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm...can't really see, but I wrote 'Jusco Rules'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-7300863871398852427?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7300863871398852427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=7300863871398852427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7300863871398852427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7300863871398852427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-4-of-holiday.html' title='Day 4 of Holiday'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S-KS3MMvH5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4L-fzuIqnYU/s72-c/05052010112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-1922938405936418929</id><published>2010-04-14T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:58:25.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye'/><title type='text'>Remembering Her...</title><content type='html'>Suddenly felt like putting on some really sad song and cry my eyes out. Kexin told me her grandpa's in ICU now. Brings back memories of visiting my grandma. Sometimes I would suddenly stop in the middle of doing something to think about her. They're not all sad memories but her last days were the most remembered. I have had a lot of 'what if' moments in my life but this I think is by far the most regretted upon. What if I spent more time with her? Every time I passed by her bedroom door, what if I had just looked in and see the lonely person she really was? What if I stepped inside and talked to her? Would she be safe now? Would she be remembered as the grandma everyone knew and loved? Sometimes I wake up or when I hear people talk about their grandparents, I think, "Oh right, I don't have grandparents no more."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-1922938405936418929?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1922938405936418929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=1922938405936418929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1922938405936418929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1922938405936418929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/04/remembering-her.html' title='Remembering Her...'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2268996234759379766</id><published>2010-03-30T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:08:48.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>Have I ever told you before...</title><content type='html'>...that I hate HELP UC? Since the beginning of my college life, I've been comparing HELP and INTI. From little things like, INTI has better food to bigger things like, INTI ADP offers better subjects. Maybe it's innate in me to criticize all the educational institutions I've been in (except for my kindy years). It's true, I've been unhappy about my primary school, secondary school and now my college. &lt;div&gt;I've begun to accept HELP as it is...and I do see its positive points. Like...ooohh! HELP is having this Global Collaborative Summer Program that allows their students to exchange to Kyunghee University in South Korea for a month. The same university that Kyuhyun is going to! I'm trying to apply for it but my mother has clearly shown her dislike for it because it's expensive (about USD1000 excluding food and air fare) and she thinks there's no good reason for me to go. She thinks I'm only going because I'm crazy about Korean stuff...which is party true but even without the Korean element there, I would still go...if it's at like China or Russia. What's more awesome is that professors from Princeton, Yale, U.Penn, London etc. are teaching the courses! This is my chance of knowing why Ivy Leagues are so renowned!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's negative point was waiting for the bus. I was going to take the shuttle bus over to Main Campus to get my calculator back from Kyeng but I waited for 30 minutes and it won't show up! Kyeng's class is at 11am and by the time the bus arrived, it was 10.55am. It just had to show up when I gave up and went back to class. Sometimes...you can't blame the shuttle buses for being late because of traffic or technical problems. But I sure can blame HELP for building their campus on separate lands. Everyday from 7am to 7pm, at least 3 shuttle buses would ferry students from one campus to another and vice versa. Do you know how much petrol and heat is lost there? I feel so bad for taking the bus sometimes. Ohh..and if HELP could've gotten cheaper parking fees at parking lots near my campus, KPD, I wouldn't have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I have to give at least a little bit of credit for them to realize this after so many years. Now, they're building this new 'green' campus in Subang. As if harvesting the rain water and sunlight can redeem all the carbon they released. What's worse, I don't even have a chance to enjoy it...it would only be finished in 2011, the very year I'm going over to the US. The swimming pool...art gallery...4000 parking spaces!! Nothing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh...I sound so bitter. Yeah, if any of you HELP lovers out there reading this, please don't bash me or get me expelled. This is only constructive criticism, at its peak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-2268996234759379766?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2268996234759379766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2268996234759379766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2268996234759379766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2268996234759379766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-i-ever-told-you-before.html' title='Have I ever told you before...'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-3696292683875448591</id><published>2010-03-28T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:09:04.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Sujuland!</title><content type='html'>Sujuland...where Super Junior songs play in your head 24 hours and you dream about them in your sleep. Where flowers with Super Junior faces grow among pearl sapphire blue grass. That's where I was the whole week after the concert. I couldn't do any real work after that. All I did was check Sapphire Pearls a few times everyday, watch Super Junior videos and search for SS2 Malaysia photos. I had a 10 page research paper to pass up that Friday and I haven't written a single word! But somehow, it felt okay...I felt 'happy'. Before, I would've freaked out about it and felt extreme guilt. &lt;div&gt;You know when you write, there's a flow? Yeah, I lost that after the concert. Before, words would just pop into my head, I'd write them down, and they'd make total sense! For the first time in my college life, I couldn't meet the page limit. We were supposed to write a 10 page report and we only managed to write 9 pages. I felt like half my brain was still in Sujuland...basically, I felt stupid. People, I have a normal IQ level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time, I felt like totally giving up on the report and go play. I'm the serious one in the group. When I complete something, I feel a sense of accomplishment, pride. This time, I only wrote the paper for the sake of writing and I felt ashamed to hand it in...it didn't feel like I wrote it. They're just a bunch of words put together. Please, don't let me get a C...B is my limit. Worst of all, that subject is a big part of my major. In about 9 months, more work, less time and I'll be by my lonesome self. How am I going to survive in the US? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-3696292683875448591?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3696292683875448591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=3696292683875448591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3696292683875448591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3696292683875448591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/03/sujuland.html' title='Sujuland!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-4820994005155689804</id><published>2010-03-21T01:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:03:11.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Post-Super Junior Concert</title><content type='html'>This post would involve me acting like a total &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;fangirl&lt;/span&gt;. My left ear is seriously damaged from all the screaming. It' still ringing from the concert and it's been 2 hours. But...AHAHAHAH!!! I got to see them &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;up close!&lt;/span&gt; And some of the members waved at us! I can't believe we got to see them in person! Some of the fans got to take photos and shake hands with them. Sigh..should've gotten the closer seats. &lt;div&gt;We went there at about 4pm. To normal people, it's very early for a 7pm concert. But to Super Junior fans, it's considered late. Some of them camped over. The line in front of the stadium was literally a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;circumference&lt;/span&gt; around the stadium. We got some burgers for dinner and hanged around. Everywhere, people are wearing blue and a lot of booths were set up for merchandise. Speaking of which, those bloodsuckers marked up the price. A bottle of water costs RM2 when i could walk further down to the canteen to get it for RM1.20. This 'official' merchandise store was selling a package of 1 t-shirt and 1 plastic flag for RM120! And people actually line up to buy it. I'm not crazy enough for that. They were selling glow sticks as well. Outsiders selling non-sapphire blue glow sticks were overthrown by the ELFs. We were gonna ask the guy how much he's selling them. When a few ELFs came up to the auntie before us asking them not to buy non-sapphire blue glowsticks. Because they want to create a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;sea of sapphire blue&lt;/span&gt; in the stadium. Some people really are dedicated. Oh yeah, we had a total of 6 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;false alarms&lt;/span&gt;. Suddenly in the crowd, someone would scream, causing a chain-effect of screams. Everyone would rush to see but there's really nothing to see. At one point, someone did see someone famous..but it was some local Chinese artist. Yeah, like Super Junior would enter from the front gate! If they want to live, they'd sneak in from the back door/underground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have to admit...the whole sea of sapphire blue thing is pretty awesome (see photo). But Stadium Putra is way too small. Oh...and Marctensia is seriously getting on my nerves. They hired these RELA people to control the crowd and didn't let us bring water bottles in. I don't know why but they checked our bags and refused to let us bring water in. It's 3 hours of screaming! We've got to have water. Apparently they sell water at RM2 per bottle inside. Yeah, so that explains everything. Well, we had our way of sneaking our water bottles in. When we arrived inside, we still had to wait for another hour before they start. They played these ads for our 'enjoyment'. We had our own ways of entertaining. First of, we chanted 'SUJU' a lot of times and screamed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; they put up ads on Super Junior. Oh, and we did this really cool wave. Even when they were checking the stage lights, we screamed. Basically, we're irritated by the whole waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it happened. Everything was going past &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;so fast&lt;/span&gt;...one song after another. When they first came in, we screamed like there's no tomorrow. Yeah..I'm gonna let the pictures and videos do the explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/cthows"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Fancams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/audreyctho"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by me, my &lt;a href="http://www.historyismylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a lot of other people from &lt;a href="http://www.sapphirepearls.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sapphire Pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm having hallucinations. I can hear screams and chants around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-4820994005155689804?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4820994005155689804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=4820994005155689804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4820994005155689804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4820994005155689804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-super-junior-concert.html' title='Post-Super Junior Concert'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5639891564585899481</id><published>2010-03-20T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:04:25.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Pre-Super Junior Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S6Q4UqT4Y5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/IIxNCLsdQVw/s1600-h/SPAO+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S6Q4UqT4Y5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/IIxNCLsdQVw/s400/SPAO+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450543376631358354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the day of the concert &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;!! Now people, I know I'm supposed to be over K-Pop and all. (Highlighted by not one, not two, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt; of my college friends. Thank, you guys!) I never said I would never listen to/sing K-Pop songs. I'm just not addicted to them and I'm not gonna stalk them. Again, I was just talking about stalking them...I'm not really gonna do it (Yeah, I have Borderline Personality Disorder mixed with a little Passive-Agressive Personality Disorder sometimes). Like Sue said, I'm gonna get trampled in the crowd with all those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;probably younger and definitely crazier&lt;/span&gt; than me fans. &lt;div&gt;Oooohhh..them being in Malaysia feels so surreal. They're gonna drive on the roads I use everyday. And it's sooo nearr my house! I hope I can see the front stage....anyone has a good pair of CSI material &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;binoculars&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the concert, my friends and I are gathering to watch the Super Show 1 dvd. Just to get the hyped up feeling before the real thing. Woohoo~ waiting for 7 hours is finally gonna be worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5639891564585899481?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5639891564585899481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5639891564585899481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5639891564585899481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5639891564585899481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/03/pre-super-junior-concert.html' title='Pre-Super Junior Concert'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S6Q4UqT4Y5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/IIxNCLsdQVw/s72-c/SPAO+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-1636772909647217459</id><published>2010-03-12T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:05:33.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Crying and Laughing</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt so bad that you wished you could turn back time? Today for the first time in my life, I did. I was trusted with a job to finish editing my group's psychology movie assignment. I worked through the night for it and just for that one last hour before class, I slept and woke up at 11am with 10 missed calls and 2 messages with lots of exclamation marks. The messages said, "Where are you?! It's late already!" At first I thought I was dreaming because the sky can't be bright yet...I'm not sweating from nervousness in Winnee's class.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I felt like the whole world fell on my shoulders...it hurts but I can't do anything. All at once, a few voices started debating in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My survival instincts came in and naturally I defended myself. "I'm human too! I slipped just that one time and I have to pay for it?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then another voice cried, "Why God!? Why would you do this to me!?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An angry voice came out, "I haven't been talking to God. The many times I turned my back against God...this happens to me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But God won't do this to me without reason, right? Then realization kicks me hard in the face. I remember hearing sermons about bad things happening to us and the first thing that comes into our minds is 'God is angry with me'. Most of the time, it's all our own doing...sure, God plans for these things to happen for us to learn but when it boils down to blaming, it's all us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to call Sue but she won't pick up...class is already over, she should be okay to answer my call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thought, "Oh no! What if she's still in class and her phone rang when I called her and now the whole class is punished because of me?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would certainly make them hate me more than they already do. As I pace around the house thinking what should I do...I cried in helplessness. They don't teach us in school on what to do when faced with these kinds of problems. I can never speak to my friends again and even if they forgive me, a crack will always be there in our friendship. They will never trust me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sent a text to Sue and Audrey that read, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Please call or text me. I can understand if you guys don't want to talk to me anymore. At least let me know if you handed in the other version or not." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there was another version of the assignment done by Sue. We were supposed to watch the two versions together and decide which one to hand in. Thankfully, Sue called me back...I was hesitant to pick up because I don't know what to say. Beg for forgiveness on my knees? I picked up and the first thing Sue said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do we look like idiots to you?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind, "I'm doomed!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I answered..."No." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "Of course we handed in my version."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt the whole world just lifted off my shoulder and I could smile again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "Don't beat yourself up la..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could only manage to answer in short grunts after that because I couldn't express how thankful I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put down the phone and cried and laughed at the same time. It's not the end of the world after all. I have always known that sleep was my greatest enemy. Sleep to me is like Kryptonite to Superman. The reason why I'm always late for everything in the past, present and most probably in the future is sleep and time management problems. Well...what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? So now I know that I should never lie on the bed when I'm pulling an all-nighter.&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/5164276063409280373-1636772909647217459?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1636772909647217459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=1636772909647217459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1636772909647217459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1636772909647217459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/03/crying-and-laughing.html' title='Crying and Laughing'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-1610528050263768361</id><published>2010-02-14T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:06:42.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Pictures worth a thousand words -  Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S3dtKfDpIbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0Li-Ffk21RU/s1600-h/Dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S3dtKfDpIbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0Li-Ffk21RU/s400/Dating.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437935101976060338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5164276063409280373-1610528050263768361?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1610528050263768361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=1610528050263768361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1610528050263768361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1610528050263768361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/02/pictures-worth-thousand-words-dating.html' title='Pictures worth a thousand words -  Dating'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S3dtKfDpIbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0Li-Ffk21RU/s72-c/Dating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-8633375430037589482</id><published>2010-02-01T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:09:35.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Open the skies</title><content type='html'>Sigh..hunting for unis is not easy. I really don't know where to go, somewhere that is in budget and good for psychology. There are so many unis out there. Where should I go? I'm already trying to increase my CGPA further. I really don't want to use up my parents' retirement funds. God, help me to make the right choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-8633375430037589482?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/8633375430037589482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=8633375430037589482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/8633375430037589482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/8633375430037589482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/02/open-skies.html' title='Open the skies'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7153520930593799031</id><published>2010-01-23T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:08:13.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>SUPAH JUNIAH SHOW DUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S1nk6omcAYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/B2ULB5q3ccQ/s1600-h/18012010173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S1nk6omcAYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/B2ULB5q3ccQ/s320/18012010173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429622521754026370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S1nk6Gm9_TI/AAAAAAAAAY8/mtWb8yUOcCE/s1600-h/18012010168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S1nk6Gm9_TI/AAAAAAAAAY8/mtWb8yUOcCE/s320/18012010168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429622512629447986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S1nk56aOxkI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XhdMqoh07Tc/s1600-h/18012010174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S1nk56aOxkI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XhdMqoh07Tc/s320/18012010174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429622509354796610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long overdue post that I meant to write on Monday. Ehem..so, I don't have classes on Mondays which is perfectly fine for me to line up for the Super Show 2 tickets. What I did not expect is to spend my whole day there. It's worser than going to college from 8a.m. to 6p.m. while having 6 hours of psych lectures. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We, meaning Kexin and I...plus Kexin's friends, lined up at the space next to Green Box karaoke, Sungei Wang since 10a.m. If I didn't get lost on the way there, we would've arrived earlier, but that's besides the point. The line was really long when we got there, there were about a hundred people in front of us. But really, we were pretty lucky because if we would've came at about 12p.m., the line would've been 500m away from the counter. Surprisingly, the crowd had absolutely anyone from anywhere inside...we had guys, parents, Malays, Chinese, Thais..etc. We could spot a few students cutting class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay..so while waiting, we talked about random stuffs until about 11.30a.m. and the counter was still not opened. Note: it was supposed to start selling at 11a.m. Alright, we waited some more, since most Malaysians are naturally late. At about 12p.m., the first customer who came at about 6a.m. got her tickets and I'm telling you, everyone was staring at her. So at about that time, the counter finally came into sight and the line was like, compressed together. We were thinking, now the tickets will sell smoothly...we would all get our tickets and be back home for lunch. Wrong! After the first batch of tickets, we had to wait like 30 minutes before the second batch came out. Every few tickets they sell, we have to wait about 15 minutes. At first it was bearable...up until about 2p.m., it was starting to feel like pure torture. So, what did we do during those agonizing hours of waiting that we weren't allowed to sit? We naturally talked...with strangers around us. Questions like, "Who's your favorite member?" or "Which seats are you buying?" started to fly about the space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if it wasn't torturing already, at about 3p.m., one of the staff there shouted, "Whoever that wants to buy RM458 tickets..line up here!!" while standing in front  of a new counter. So, what did the individualistic and I'm almost sure, a little crazy on the head from the waiting, fans do? They broke from the line and started rushing over to the new counter, regardless of whatever or whoever standing in between...kids, bugs, everything that's too tiny to fend for itself/himself/herself got squashed. Kexin told me to go over too. I wanted to, originally...and thank God I had the mind to actually stop and think for a moment. Because I almost got squashed in the stampede as well. It was crazy messy! They even opened the barrier between the newcomers outside and those already lined up inside. It was pretty unfair that they did, because then all that lining up would've been in vain. Then they mentioned that they're still going by numbers, so I slowly walked up to the line and fit myself into the line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turns out that the reason why they're so painfully slow is that they print every single ticket on that day itself. It's made to order. Plus, they only have one counter with one laptop and one cute little printer. Note: they run out of ink quite often hence, the waiting. Oh noo...they couldn't open a few more counters or better yet, open a few spots at other malls. They weren't understaffed at all...they had these guys telling us not to push, sit on the floor and basically just order us around. Oh, did I mention the name of the amateur company? It's Marctensia, the same people that organized Beyonce's canceled concert, but still won't admit to it and the ones that paid a seven figure amount to fight for SS501's concert. According to Sinyi, the founder was some betrayer of Galaxie but noobs will be noobs. Oh nooo..it's not Super Junior or even SM's fault at all..it's the event organizer's fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I got the RM458 tickets at around 4p.m. but I can't go just yet...I still have to go back to the original line to get the other tickets. At that point, you can already see the fatigue in everyone's eyes. I was half expecting someone to pass out from the waiting, then it will appear on NTV7 Prime Time News. Kexin looked like she was going to faint. It was 4p.m., we didn't get any breakfast or lunch and we weren't allowed to sit long...I was getting really irritated. So, I said what came into mind, "Super Junior or no Super Junior, the concert better be good or I'll boo them from the audience!" and "Screw Super Junior! I'm going to 2PM!". I dissed Marctensia loudly from the line as well. Yeah, I was really, reaaalllyyy annoyed. When we finally reach the front lines, we were all half-dead, ate some bread and had a little water but still, emotionally tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got our tickets, it was already 5.40p.m. and we said goodbyes to our new friends. Right, the parking price was RM 12.10. It's expected but still cheaper than the parking rate at HELP. So, the point of this whole post is to say that I waited 7 hours and 40 minutes to get 6 sheets of paper. First and probably the last experience of waiting in line for tickets. Oh, and they bribed us with posters. They said that the first 500 tickets would receive 'free' giant posters. In my mind, it isn't free at all..it's the result of laboring for 7 hours. I treated my poor body with Bak Kut Teh. It was good...to finally eat a proper hot meal. Yeah, I'm definitely going to write, "Oppa! I waited 7 hours and 40 minutes for you~" on my Super Junior banner.&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/5164276063409280373-7153520930593799031?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7153520930593799031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=7153520930593799031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7153520930593799031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7153520930593799031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/01/supah-juniah-show-dua.html' title='SUPAH JUNIAH SHOW DUA'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/S1nk6omcAYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/B2ULB5q3ccQ/s72-c/18012010173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2680209536133619587</id><published>2010-01-14T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:26:35.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The past will always catch up with you...</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty sad two years of secondary school life before I met Jesus. Contrary to popular belief, a person like me did have crushes. To those who think I am a nerd, I don't study everyday at home and I do a lot of things teenagers do. Yeah...so, a few years back, I had this really huge crush that practically ruled my life. I was so obsessive, I did crazy, silly little things that shouldn't be revealed...EVER!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We take the same classes at night tuition classes. The first time I saw him, I thought I had that thing they call, love at first sight. At that time, I seriously saw light bestow upon him...and all that surreal stuff. I kept obsessing over it to the point that it's a form of worship. Yeaa..I have those really, really embarrassing diary entries on it too. Those 13 year old, immature ones.  I still have them...and every time I look at them..I feel like burning them to ashes, then spread the ashes in the South China Sea. What keeps me back is that I want to remember how I changed from that person to this person now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came to know Christ, I eventually realized that this 'hobby' of mine is really unhealthy and wrong. So, either I get to know him or I take a hike. Being the person with low self-esteem that I was, I decided to forget everything. I cried and it was really not worth it. It's not even a relationship, come on! After that...I just concentrated on my studies and yeah, here I am! I think I learned a lot from that. I learned to love myself better and not blind myself to what's obvious around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through some connections, I recently found his Facebook account and I checked it out. It's been years since I last saw him. He changed a lot and I kept asking myself why did I ever like him anyway? He's not even that good-looking or nice. Wow...that light back then must've been really bright. It's all I can do to not slap myself on the face right now for being so stupid. Here's a tip, slap yourself right now on the face so you can spare regret later on when you feel like you've done something stupid, but you can't turn back time. Sigh...Taeyang's Wedding Dress so suit my mood right now. Unrequited love...haha!&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/5164276063409280373-2680209536133619587?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2680209536133619587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2680209536133619587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2680209536133619587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2680209536133619587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2010/01/past-will-always-catch-up-with-you.html' title='The past will always catch up with you...'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7764049865490698722</id><published>2009-12-31T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:34:39.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><title type='text'>I'm spending my last day of 2009...</title><content type='html'>by taking care of my dog. I let June out last night and she ate rat poison, lots of it. The pest controller came yesterday and put up these pesticides and rodenticides. I didn't know, so I let her out. We're not too sure if she did eat them or maybe she just hid them in her little treasure holes. My brother was the one that saw her chewing on some dark red tablets. If she can eat rat poison, why can't she eat veges?? Seriously!&lt;div&gt;So, I gave her a shower in the bathroom this morning to get rid of the clumps of shit stuck to her hair. Then, we brought her to the vet. I couldn't hold her because I had a traumatic experience when I was 10 years old. It was raining heavily and I, being the little brat I am...went and pat her head. She instantly took a bite at me. It didn't hurt much but it bled and after that, I would not hold her anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vet took her temperature from her butt and took a blood sample from her paw. She wouldn't let the vet touch her much so we had to resolve to a muzzler. It was so sad to see her tearing up and trying to escape. The vet told us that she might have breast cancer. Just when we thought our problems are solved, another came up. We have to observe her and check for lumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's just like any dog, excited and happy during the car ride. We even opened the window to let the wind blow through her hair. I thought she was gonna come out and terrorize the whole KL city when we let her out at the pet store. I prayed that no one will come and pat her head or play with her. Surprisingly, she was pretty calm and okay with it. Just a bit curious here and there. I think she just needs freedom to cure her violence. I blame myself for not training her and letting her out more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were given meds to feed her with. First was the charcoal tablets, which I had to resolve to crushing and cooking it with meatballs. I was afraid she won't eat it, so I put in a lot of garlic, pepper and dried basil. My brother scold me for cooking it because it might not work as well after cooking. He kept saying how June won't see year 2010 and if she dies, it's my fault. Even my mum was like, let's give June away, I'll but you a new dog. But I don't wanna! I want June! She's my first pet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember when we got her 10 years ago. I was dragging around this toy dog, thinking it's real. My brother and sister were laughing at me. Dad saw us and he flipped through the Yellow Pages to find a dog for us. As little kids exposed to a lot of Disney, we naturally wanted a dalmatian. But dalmatians aren't easy to take care of. So, dad found this owner that wanted to sell off a few of his dog's pups. My memory of it was that the road was called 'Jalan Ayer Panas' and there were a lot of pups, June's siblings...all inside this really long cage. Most of the pups had red eyebags, June was the only one without. But now, after not taking good care of her, she developed her own eyebags. So, we took June home in a paper box lined with newspapers. She wouldn't stop shitting in the car and it smelled like milk. When we arrived home, she kept barking in that screechy tone. She was so tiny and followed us wherever we went. Sigh...if only we took better care of her and trained her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hope for next year is that June would be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-7764049865490698722?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7764049865490698722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=7764049865490698722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7764049865490698722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7764049865490698722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-spending-my-last-day-of-2009.html' title='I&apos;m spending my last day of 2009...'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7895126815465251512</id><published>2009-11-27T11:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:43:43.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>Crashed Jazzy yesterday. When I drove out of HELP, cars are supposed to wait at the side before heading to the main road. I couldn't see the cars speeding on the right side. When I saw them, I braked immediately and the cab behind me crashed into Jazzy. It felt like when a roller coaster picks up speed except that this is in one jerky shot. I prayed that this would be okay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pressed on the emergency button and got down the car. The guy got down too and we were inspecting the damage. His cab just lost the 'H' on the number plate. Jazzy? Not that bad...but I still feel the pain. I've heard a lot of stories from my mum and sister about them getting into accidents and how they deal with the other person. But at that moment, I really don't know what to say. So, I asked him "So how? Are you going to pay me?" Straightforward and to the point. He looked like he was thinking deeply and didn't answer me at first. Then he said, "50 can or not?" In shock, I replied, "Are you serious? Look at this, (pointing to the sensor) this is obviously gone! (I remembered about how my sister crashed at the same spot and apparently car sensors are very sensitive)" He looked pretty frustrated then he asked me again, this time in Cantonese, "50 can or not?" Then I finally understood that he didn't understand a single thing I said from the beginning. Right, from then onwards, I talked with him in Cantonese. Bless my grandma's soul for teaching me Cantonese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cab passenger got down and asked if he should get another cab while we deal with this. I think he's American and was dressed rather professionally. I was half hoping that he was rushing in time, so he would pay me instead and in large amounts too. Yeah, that didn't happen. The cabbie in desperation asked me to follow him to KL Sentral while he dropped his customer off. I agreed and got back in the car. The whole trip there, I was so afraid that he would trick me and speed off. I jot down his car plate number and handphone number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The passenger gave me a meaningful look when he was dropped off. The look kinda says, "Poor you" or it could mean "Poor me" Anyway, the cabbie signaled me to follow him. We parked at the side of the road and continue dealing with it. To cut things short, he called his sister and she gave me directions to go to this car workshop all the way in Damansara Utama. I had no idea where it was. I only knew how to go to Eastin Hotel. Beyond that, it's slightly blurry but bless Carmen's soul for bringing me to her house in Tropicana a couple of times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, like my usual self, I got lost a couple of times. I crashed at 4.30pm, Left KL Sentral at 5.30pm and arrived at the destination at 6.50pm. To spare you the pain, I will only say that there was a lot of calling for directions, getting honked at and traffic jam. Called my brother to inform him about this. He scolded me, saying how unlucky I am. Then I said I'll call him back later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person at the workshop gave me directions to this other workshop which I was supposed to arrive at 6pm. He clearly asked me to wait at the first Shell station I see. I gave him my number and he said he'll call me. So, I waited there...for an hour. I told myself that I was gonna call back the cabbie's sister to reconfirm to which I later learn her name was Shereen but I saved her number as 'Sista'. I waited for 30 minutes and I still hadn't called, maybe I was afraid of interrupting her and I tried to convince myself that they'll call me soon enough. Soon, images of them tricking me to come all the way to Damansara so they can run off, came into my head. Then I persuaded myself that if it was like that, then they wouldn't have went through the hassle at all. Shereen called me, asking if I have transport home. I said I'm still waiting at the Shell station. She was shocked and told me that she'll call the workshop people to ask. Called me back later to tell me that it was a miscommunication. They thought that I was going to go there on another day...but what other day? Yeah, I don't know. I didn't even have the workshop's number. I prayed in the car that this whole thing will just end. I will be healthy again, everything will be okay. I told God that I'm tired and can't take this anymore. He heard me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Shereen sent a guy to guide me back to the first workshop so they can keep my car and fix it tomorrow. It was 8.30pm, I was sick with cough, flu and just recovered from fever yesterday. I was waiting for Shereen to send me to 1 Utama where my brother's waiting for me. Everytime I cough, I feel my left lung is going to collapse. Worst cough ever. It didn't help that when I was having fever yesterday, I still went to college because my lecturer won't let me go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I tried imagining how Shereen actually looks like through all that phone calls. I imagined her to be motherly and slightly plump. Not stereotyping here, but plump ladies give me this happy, protective, motherly image. I was right. She kinda looks like Lillian Too. With the finely plucked eyebrows and Chinese look. I got into her Altis and she was listening to Fly fm. Woah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my brother to pick me up to which he was kinda reluctant so, I offered to take the train home. He came to pick me up anyway. Hah! I know he's a loving brother behind that thick computer-player shell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the whole ride, Shereen was lecturing me like a mother. She said I shouldn't trust people so easily that I'm lucky to have met people like them. Next time when I meet with an accident again (touch wood), I should call for help from family members or friends, preferably male. I shouldn't put my car overnight at some unknown car workshop with some unknown people who just crashed my car. There are a lot of dangerous cases in newspapers these days. I shouldn't put my laptop in the car, should take it everywhere I go. She asked about my name, where I study, how old I am, where do I live..we had a nice little talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for my brother to come, we waited at her sister in-law's shop and I felt as though she just let me into her life. She's a nice lady, no doubt. I think she was nice to me because she has a daughter which surprisingly studies at HELP too. I felt like helping them in the shop but I know that they'll just refuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother came and she sent me to meet him so at least my  brother knows that he can trust them. The trip home was quiet but nice. When I told my brother the whole thing, I laughed at his comment when I mentioned about how Shereen lectured me. He said, "Oh! She's a lecturer?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a long, long day. I skipped the Thanksgiving dinner because I was sick and needed rest so I left college at 4.30pm. In the end, I was still sick but didn't get any rest till 10pm. Things life throws at you is amazing. Maybe this is God teaching me not to trust people so easily. I'm just thankful that the car that crashed into mine belongs to a nice person. How great is it that all this happened during Thanksgiving? I guess we can always find something to be thankful for even through bad times.&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/5164276063409280373-7895126815465251512?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7895126815465251512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=7895126815465251512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7895126815465251512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7895126815465251512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/11/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2925315139075354974</id><published>2009-11-24T21:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:38:58.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>My paranoid self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First of all, I scratched Jazzy. I'm so sorry, to whoever that feels the pain. It's a funny story, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it is every single day, HELP parking lot is full of cars, double-parked and all. But I reached at 2pm (Again &amp;amp; Again~), when there are available parking spots but there are double-parked cars that came earlier, blocking the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was turning the corner to find a parking spot, I was in a hurry so I drove right between these two double-parked cars. One was this Kelisa with someone inside. It kinda was my fault because I think he was trying to drive past me but I drove through. But then again, it was a one way street. Mind you, I was going the right way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I scratched this Proton Iswara on my left side that has no one in it. At first I didn't realize until the car began to screech and the Proton began to shake a little. I was paranoid...so I just drove front to end the pain. I did what any 18 year old with a P license would do, I sped away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a parking spot, quickly ran down to check on the damage, all the time praying it's not bad. It was pretty bad...in my opinion. There's two really bad long scratches and a small dent (barely recognizable from a distance).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so bad that I instantly called my mum to confess. She wasn't even paying attention, telling me "Yeah, I know...kakak told me you left the fried rice at home." (Like I would call her to tell her that!) Then I kept repeating over and over again, "I scratched the car..!" She asked me, "Har? How come? Is it bad? How much is the person asking for?" The instant when I said, "No...it's a parked car...no one was inside." she calmed down and replied, "Oh..then ok lah. Come back only talk lah." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my persuasive speech that day and couldn't concentrate during Moral class either. The whole scene kept repeating in my head all the time. I was going crazy until my friends started to verbally slap me across the face. Okay, I was pretty paranoid about the whole thing. It's not like I've never scratched a car before, but this was the worst case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, public speaking lecturer pretty moody because we weren't prepared for speech but on the bright side, I presented and although it wasn't my best, I got okay marks. I really don't care..as long as I can go back to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then today, I've got a pretty bad case of coughing. I kept saying that I have TB, lung infection, asthma...all that. My friends had to verbally slap me again but the coughing didn't get any better. The bak kut teh I had for dinner didn't help either. I have SOS (Special Occasion Speech or as my friend would say, Suck Our Souls) for Public Speaking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow. Tomorrow is also the day that we have been preparing for 12 weeks now...Science Fair. Now, I didn't put any hope on winning with our common project but at least get good marks for our course le. Gonna do a lot of talking tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh..lots of driving to do these days. Don't really like driving people around no more. But then, it saves petrol. Hmm...gonna pray some more!! Aja~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwvzjCcla4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/MtNCvrNVcoM/s320/Static.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407683560866147202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Saskwatch Hair (before combing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-2925315139075354974?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2925315139075354974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2925315139075354974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2925315139075354974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2925315139075354974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-paranoid-self.html' title='My paranoid self'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwvzjCcla4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/MtNCvrNVcoM/s72-c/Static.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-1581149226094044041</id><published>2009-11-17T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:41:09.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><title type='text'>5 hours</title><content type='html'>Hee...getting the hype for posting. Hopefully it'll last. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Gahh!! I want my Hong Kong Wantan Mee~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposed to go to Macau and HK with parents next week. Because of the Science Fair, I can't bring myself to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays is the most boring of days for me. I come to college at 8am then go back at 5.30 pm for only two classes with 5 hours break in between. What do I do? Assignments...they never end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to go home for lunch considering that I'm broke. But no...I had to join the Peer Mentoring Program and meet every alternate Tuesdays. It's fun to let go of my stress sometimes. But it's tiring too...I don't like the fact that they treat us like patients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey! You know what? I signed up to be a mentor, not a mentee. I thought it'll be fun~ Getting a junior to bully around. It's all just a facade. Telling us that we'll be mentoring people when in fact they're recruiting guinea pigs for their graduate studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should've seen that coming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-1581149226094044041?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1581149226094044041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=1581149226094044041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1581149226094044041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1581149226094044041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-hours.html' title='5 hours'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-3515366056372341713</id><published>2009-11-16T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:43:05.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><title type='text'>Where's my brain gone to..?</title><content type='html'>Ahh...I'm so forgetful these days. Just this afternoon after class, I went to Midvalley/Gardens with Sinyi and Ronnie. I forgot where I parked. We had to pace from one end of the mall to the other until my brain comes back. Luckily I parked at Gardens. Just imagine what would've happened if it was Midvalley or worse...1 Utama. &lt;div&gt;It happened again when I took a shower. You see...when I shower, I have these steps that I follow;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Shampoo hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Body shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Wash away soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Condition hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Wash face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Wash hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I reached step 4, I was thinking, "Did I wash use the body shower already?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooo...It's my sister, Alex's and KYeng's birthday today. Was racking my brains on what to get for Alex. It's between an electric guitar and a sweater. Dad said no need to get anything because we're gonna visit her soon. Got something for KYeng though. If you're reading this right now, I hope you like itt~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some random thoughts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The weather right now is horrible! I hate the cold. Almost every single person I tell this to disagrees with me. They say it's a nice weather to sleep in. Well, I think warm weathers are nicer to sleep in. Like an egg incubator...all nice and warm and fuzzy. Heee...just thinking about it makes me wanna sleep. Who's with me in this?? Goooo...Camp Incubator!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I hate blow drying my hair...and if you know me well, you would know that I sometimes wish to shave my head bald and just wear wigs for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When I have time, I'm gonna talk to every single person that's online on MSN. Some friends, I just don't know where I picked up from....Gunbound? Habbo? Maple Story? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I don't like how Singaporeans and Malaysian have been competing with each other for decades. Who has the best popiah, otak-otak...all that stuff. Who cares!? As long as we get to eat them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ohhh yeaahhh....I'm following item #1 on my list pretty well. This is post #2 of this week. Booyah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SUJU Banzai~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-3515366056372341713?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3515366056372341713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=3515366056372341713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3515366056372341713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3515366056372341713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/11/wheres-my-brain-gone-to.html' title='Where&apos;s my brain gone to..?'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7509187507361529326</id><published>2009-11-15T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:44:18.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Boom Baby!</title><content type='html'>Hah! I'm back! I killed my blog and resurrected it from the death! Hopefully I can update once a week from now onwards. Even when I'm super tired, I'm gonna at least post up a few photos like a photo diary. This is so typical me...committing to new things then give up halfway. I'm gonna change that!! Lord, help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-7509187507361529326?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7509187507361529326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=7509187507361529326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7509187507361529326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7509187507361529326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/11/boom-baby.html' title='Boom Baby!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5434339312238398749</id><published>2009-09-30T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:01:13.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it Enough?</title><content type='html'>Will I see granny in heaven? I know I will see her again...but will we spend our days together with God? Did she really accept Christ? Did I do enough for her?&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up with Muse's Starlight playing. Replied Sue's message and went to the loo. I saw my parents' bedroom door open. That's weird...Dad said he will only go out at 12pm today. What's weirder is that my mum who usually wakes up at 9am is not in bed. Even my maid's not at home. I have a bad feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called my mum. She said nonchalantly, "Passed away already..." I knew it was coming. Just thinking about it I thought I will cry my heart out. I didn't. I just crawled back into bed and cried a little. I can't help wondering if she really did accept Christ in her heart. I texted my sister about it and tried sleeping again. She called me an hour later, asking about the funeral date. She asked me to go to YAflame blog to read her post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if my sister and I are the only ones who care about Granny's death. Maybe not. Mum was acting pretty nasty today. She snapped at me because of simple matters. Dad was pretty cool about it. To the extent of calling my grandma's death a migration when announcing it to our relatives. He was sitting on the chair beside me just now...staring into space. For that 5 minutes, he actually seemed like a little boy, wondering where his mummy is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at some photos just now..when I was a little baby. I was really close to granny. I took a lot of photos with her. I will always remember the things she always told me...the legacy she left for her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5434339312238398749?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5434339312238398749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5434339312238398749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5434339312238398749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5434339312238398749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-it-enough.html' title='Was it Enough?'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-4650179917544224139</id><published>2009-09-26T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:45:10.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I didn't visit my grandma. I was at the zoo whole day, letting out all my worries by laughing. I was probably at my craziest yesterday for a some time. My friends most likely thought I was okay. Maybe I was okay. That whole day, I just put aside my problems and focused on working with the animals. When I came back, my maid told me grandma's condition has worsen. The doctor's giving her 3-4 days more to live. I didn't know what to say. I just told my mum we're going to visit her tomorrow. In my mind, I just told myself it's time to just tell her the truth before it's too late. I slept like a log...resting without a care in the world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;This morning, I told God that I'll fast and pray today...to show my faith. I wanted to fast before but it was hard without letting anyone know. Went on a Milo and water only diet whole day until dinner time. After that, I went for the Peer Mentoring Training Program. Couldn't find a parking spot and all...too much frustration for a Saturday morning. I just kept telling myself that I should be good to others, then maybe grandma would feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back and slept some more. Woke up and went to the hospital alone. Maybe it was God's plan...it was time for the real thing. After rehearsing the gospel in Cantonese last night, I told it to my grandma. She couldn't speak, you see. So, every time I told her something, she just groaned or frowned. I kept repeating to her that "You must believe that Jesus is God!!" She tried talking but I don't understand. I told her that I may not understand what she's saying, but God does. I didn't know what more to do...so I just repeated John 3:16 in Cantonese and read the Bible to her in English. Suddenly, I remembered about how the disciples spoke in tongues which only God knows how to interpret but surprisingly, each person in the crowd around them heard their own language being spoken. So, I just spoke in tongues, hoping she can understand and God too, can speak to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going through this, I sometimes wished that the whole world would just stop. Because she's in pain, I feel as if I shouldn't be happy. I feel like everyone should just stop and look around them. I know it's wrong for me to hope for that. Just grab every chance you have, you don't know when's the last chance you'll ever get. Like what a someone great once said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5164276063409280373-4650179917544224139?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4650179917544224139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=4650179917544224139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4650179917544224139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4650179917544224139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-did-it.html' title='I did it'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7356089843860960375</id><published>2009-09-23T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:12:01.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>So much have happened. I might be facing yet another funeral. It's just that this time, I would really cry for a long time. She was like a mother to me in so many ways. My biological mum worked to feed us while she stayed at home to take care of us. We had lots of fun, from doing homework together and cooking to taking long afternoon naps. I loved those moments together. Then I got older and somehow distanced myself from her. I had other stuffs to do that seemed more important at that time. Now that I look back, it's not worth sacrificing all the precious time we could've shared.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was always there, in her room resting. I had so many chances to talk to her about the gospel. Her health got worse, my mum had to send her to the nursing home because we each had something to do. When we visited her, she always wanted to go home, saying how she feels more comfortable at home. She was right, staying at the nursing home with no one to talk to really brings a new definition to boredom. I told myself that I would visit her more often, now that it's so critical. Something always come into the picture, holding me back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I've always had this dream that my whole family would stand by my side, worshipping the Lord with me. We would speak in tongues together and the Lord would smile at us. I would always experience indescribable joy just by imagining it. It's time for me to grow up. For three years, I learned so much about Christianity...watched brothers and sisters in Christ around me building bridges to Him while I'm still reading the "Dummies Guide to Bridge Construction". I always hid under my sister's shadow. Watch her fight our wars. She sharpened my blade, strapped me with the best shields. I just let them rust over at the corner of my mind. It's time to stand at the front lines now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The devil knows what buttons to push to make me doubt God's power. Everyone says it's not my fault. I know it's not my fault and yet whenever I think about it, it makes me cry and fear for the worst. You know how we always hear people tell us not to make promises we can't keep? Well, I heard it from God Himself. I know of it and try to keep that rule in mind all the time. It's just on that very day, I forgot about it entirely. I held her hand and told her that I'll be back that night to keep her company. I didn't keep that promise. She looked forward to seeing me and I didn't come. The next morning she was admitted into the hospital because of a stroke. According to my mum, she told the doctor that we don't want her no more, that we dumped her at the nursing home. I wanted to go to her, to say I'm sorry. In my mind I always thought I had more time. That it's okay to go tomorrow. I'm going to see her tomorrow but would she really be there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She always had a bad impression on my sister. I was always the 'good one' that got influenced by my sister to go into Christianity, which to her, is bad. If only she knew of the truth. So many of my relatives died not knowing God. Now, one of my closest family members is about to go. Now, I will fight. Fight for the soul of my loved ones. I will no longer be a parasite. Pray for me...&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/5164276063409280373-7356089843860960375?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7356089843860960375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=7356089843860960375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7356089843860960375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7356089843860960375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7861801750068380832</id><published>2009-08-31T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:44:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary~</title><content type='html'>People, be careful in the internet world! There are creepy people out there. Just today &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;some guy stalked me on MSN&lt;/span&gt;. I think he got my e-mail address from blogger or some other social network I joined. Oh yeah, that reminds me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;don't join unnecessary social networks&lt;/span&gt; that you don't use at all. It's useless and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt;. People can use your details and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;stalk your friends too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, so yeah, this guy got me on MSN and started chatting with me. I asked him where he got my e-mail address. He said he don't know. How can you not know where you get the e-mail addresses you add on MSN? I thought, it's alright to make new friends. Then he asked me how old am I and I was married and all that crap. I just answered to be friendly. Then he asked to add me on Facebook. So yeah, this is where it gets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;stalkerish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked for my id. I said, just search for my e-mail address on Fb. Maybe he don't get it but he said he didn't have time to search. I told him I don't know what is my MSN id because I thought the e-mail is the id. He said I was lying in a lame jokey kinda way. Then I offered to add him. He gave me his 'id', which is the e-mail. I snapped at him saying that my id is the e-mail!! He finally got it. Sent me a request. Told me on MSN that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;he wants to know how I look like and how many friends I have&lt;/span&gt;. Which is not normal. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Go see a trained professional, dude!&lt;/span&gt; (Okay, I just realized I'm training to be a psychologist. What if he comes to see me for psychological help!?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, then I just told him if he's looking for a relationship, I'm not interested. He got it and all but I think he secretly wants a relationship. I honestly told him that he's making me uncomfortable with all his weird questions. He was like, "no, never!" My last words to him were, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"I hope you have a happy life."&lt;/span&gt; Then I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; blocked&lt;/span&gt; him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Just to be safe, I googled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;my name, my e-mail address and my mobile number&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;to see if there are websites that he can get access to my private info. That's when I got to know that Friendster deleted my account. Considering I didn't sign in for almost a year now. That's beside the point. The point of me writing this post is to warn all of you the dangers of putting your private info on the net. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;don't chat with strangers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm such a hypocrite here because I'm hooked on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Omegle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; now. But you don't have to get an account on Omegle, so it's safe as long as you don't reveal any important info to the stranger. Yeah, and I realized he might know my blogger account and it's here that I have a lot of links to my friends. Be careful you guys and seriously, don't get too friendly with strangers. Just to be safe, his e-mail address is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mausam_******@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; (Yeah, I don't wanna ruin his image on the internet). He's human too. Just ask me lah, if you think your stranger has a familiar e-mail address with this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-7861801750068380832?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7861801750068380832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=7861801750068380832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7861801750068380832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/7861801750068380832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/08/scary.html' title='Scary~'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-8738892634616809726</id><published>2009-08-30T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:34:43.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never felt so alone before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;In my 18 years of life, I've never felt so alone before. In fact, I loved being left alone most of the time. Maybe it's because I'm in between so many things and people right now, I don't really have a fixed group of people that I always hang around. There is always the awkward moment. I hate introducing myself to new people and having to get through that (which I'm still trying to) to become great friends. Or maybe it's because of what my sister has with Jessica that I feel I should have too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have that one person on earth that I can turn to every single time I have something to share. God says to love your neighbours as you love yourself. I'm trying my best to do that but I wonder if others around me are. It's sad but sometimes I imagine myself in a situation where my friends have to choose between myself and my other friends. Who would they pick? Most of the time it won't be me. It's like in school where we have to pick people to join our group project. I'm the one that got left out and the teacher has to stuff me somewhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not someone that stands out in the crowd, but a person that tries to hide away from attention most of the time. I want a friend that I can depend on every single time. Who won't bail out when I need him/her the most. Who understands me when I don't have to say a word at all. One that I know will always care for me. That won't judge me in what I do. Basically, what Jesus is to me. A mentor and a friend. It's hard to find one but I pray that God will grant me this wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I think my family members are here for that but because they have to. Most of the time I put my friends first before my family but where does that get me? I don't know. People always want something from other people. That's how the world teaches us to survive. This post may have hurt my friends but please, don't feel that way. Because I still love you guys no matter what and I'll be there when you need me. I just hope that sometimes you can do the same for me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-8738892634616809726?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/8738892634616809726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=8738892634616809726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/8738892634616809726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/8738892634616809726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-never-felt-so-alone-before.html' title='I&apos;ve never felt so alone before...'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-6838574973198509901</id><published>2009-08-17T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:17:33.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, she's finally gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She taught me to love Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Called me a fatty and a dummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is party true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She influenced every part of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How my favorite color is purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I like watching people cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I speak and write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of people were there at the airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help but wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I will have that many people sending me off when I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Church friends praying with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends hugging and crying with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family that just stands there waiting for me when I need them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still couldn't believe she's gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's probably why I didn't cry while sending her off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cried in the car though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking how I'd be the only Christian in the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who would be with me through all my father's objections now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't feel bad not doing my devotionals daily now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that's not a good thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She introduced me to my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of it God's great plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am envious of what she have with Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want someone I can tell everything to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from God, that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a human friend on earth is just different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do have friends...just not ones that I feel understand me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how it feels...to open up to someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letting someone know everything little detail of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No boundaries, just bridges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I'm gonna take my chance in everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna have better fellowship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday's me is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I surrendered my life to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's gonna live my life now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know God wants a united body of Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'm gonne be Moses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to do God's will and trust in Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lost my Aaron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's my mentor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm gonna live on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing she's in a better place now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going after what she's supposed to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you next year, 언니!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-6838574973198509901?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-4096024024217108665</id><published>2009-07-23T21:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:33:16.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leeteuk Sim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know I haven't been updating for a very long time. Here are some brief updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1) Turned 18 and my wish was to be able to walk again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2) Am able to walk again but not much bending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3) Rewatching FRIENDS (seriously, to those who haven't watched i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;t yet, you don't know what you're missing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;4) Oh and yeah, Super Junior's coming to Malaysia. At least, that's what Leeteuk said in the Super Show 2 press conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;5) I'm learning Korean. So far, I know how to introduce myself and say goodbye. Korean is easy to write but hard to pronounce. But it's fun, to learn a new language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;6) And this post is actually to introduce you guys to my new friend, Leeteuk Sim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SmhlQ5x7czI/AAAAAAAAAVw/AIyIo8UuKCs/s320/Leeteuk+Sim+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361646697447125810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SmhltOX0BLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pssJpdcIPAY/s320/Leeteuk+Sim+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361647184011068594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I first created him, he didn't look much alike Leeteuk. But slowly, he does look a teeny bit like him. I couldn't get the hair right, though. The Sims 3 only offers a limited array of hairstyles. Creating his eyes and mouth was a pain!! I wonder how will the real Leeteuk react to his Sim character when he sees it. &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/5164276063409280373-4096024024217108665?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4096024024217108665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=4096024024217108665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4096024024217108665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4096024024217108665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/07/leeteuk-sim.html' title='Leeteuk Sim'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SmhlQ5x7czI/AAAAAAAAAVw/AIyIo8UuKCs/s72-c/Leeteuk+Sim+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5208821848295523721</id><published>2009-07-10T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:01:41.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KYAAA!!! MY TEUKIE~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you haven't heard about it already,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my handphone got snatched today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I was on the train going back with a few friends. As usual, the train was packed because of rush hour. When I finally got in with some pushing and squirming, I felt my pockets and it was empty. I thought, maybe it's hidden in my bag or something, but no. I asked Kexin to call my phone and she got through, someone answered but then hung up. Then she tried again but it was switched off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I knew this day will come...surprisingly, I didn't freak out. Just a little heartache because now my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; new teukie keychain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sim card contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and all my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;songs and pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;inside are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; AND TODAY! OF ALL DAYS HE/SHE HAVE TO SNATCH IT TODAY! HEECHULIE'S BIRTHDAY TODAY SHOULD BE GOOD DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly, if I know who stole it, I will jump on him/her and snatch my phone back. I won't curse or say anything....I'll just snatch it back and leave. My mum and brother didn't make things better either. When I called my mum to tell her about this, she just nagged me about not taking care of my phone and how my pockets were not deep enough. When I came home, I thought I can at least get some sympathy from my brother...but no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He had to rub salt, pepper and cili padi into my wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. He said (In Cantonese); "Hah! You deserved it. Who ask you to wear pants like that!? Those pockets are not deep enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh..my heart!! My Teukie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5208821848295523721?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5208821848295523721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5208821848295523721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5208821848295523721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5208821848295523721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/07/kyaaa-my-teukie.html' title='KYAAA!!! MY TEUKIE~'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-236824057874598407</id><published>2009-06-25T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:01:28.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm getting sick these days. Had the flu, then sprained my leg, then got a jab for Hepatitis A and now...getting a headache from God know's what. It might have been the infection in my pierced ear that got my equilibrium all off. It's been almost two months since I've pierced my ears and it's not getting any better. I'm giving up on it...just gonna take it out and let it heal. I'm keeping my ears, thank you very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, maybe this is a way my body and God is trying to tell me to surrender and let it all go. All my worries and pain, just throw it away. I'm considering on going on a long trip. Like when I have my month long holiday next month, I might go on a trip somewhere quiet and just be on my own and relax. I don't wanna go some touristy place, just me, the sun and the beach. No phones, no internet, no connection to the world. I think if I get too used to that life, I wouldn't wanna come back anymore. I feel like just wandering around the world with the clothes on my back and just face each day as it is. No strings attached. God will provide for me. It's like being a disciple of God. I just do what He asks me to do. No more struggling to get an A or getting a job or getting married or having kids. Just God and myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;p.s: Getting tired of worldy things; money, celebrities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;p.p.s: I hope I grow up fast, then I can go on a trip by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-236824057874598407?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/236824057874598407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=236824057874598407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/236824057874598407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/236824057874598407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5992086684984603749</id><published>2009-06-08T17:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:56:59.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Warning: This post may very well be the longest I've ever written. So, seat back, relax, grab a snack and read on~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I DID IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where do I begin? Well, it took me about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to get my driving license. From the five hours seminar to my practical test this afternoon. It's approximately 6 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We promised each other, a promise never kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. We started together, took our first steps in driving. We meet at a junction. There were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;two ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, one to the left, another to the right. They speed ahead. I went to the right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, or so I thought. In the darkness, I was weighed down by my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;fell down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; twice and was laughed at. How &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; can I be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He held out His hand to me but I pushed it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, tired of falling down. When they tell me that I failed, my heart fell down. I kept thinking, "It's okay to fail, I still have another chance." But no, it's not okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We do not settle for mediocrity!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I hoped, for someone to save me. It felt like someone pushed me into the deeper end of the pool and I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; but no one came to lift me up. And then He came... He fished me up. He says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Nothing is impossible with me. I fed five thousand people, walked on water, drove out demons, died and rose again. Why do you worry? Do not worry about tomorrow as I am always with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; All at once, everything was clear to me. I only asked once, for He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Ask and you shall receive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was definitely a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. I was waiting for my turn to drive this afternoon. I was number one on the list, scary, but I had to face it anyway. I kept replaying how I would drive later, how I failed twice before this. Thoughts of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; bribing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;failing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; kept coming into my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; telling me to just bribe, because if I failed again, it would be an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;embarrasment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and it would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to dissapoint my parents and go through this all over again. But I kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;rebuking these thoughts in the name of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. I brought my Bible and read to myself the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;word of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and sang praises to Him. Finally, it was my turn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instructor: See Tho Wai Siong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: (waving my hands) Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: (talking with another guy) Mana orang Cina itu? Saya suruh dia baiki itu air-cond satu jam lepas. Mana kereta itu sekarang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Guy: (calling the 'orang cina') Mana kereta itu? Omar nak cakap dengan awak. Datang sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OC: (smiles) Ah...saya letak kereta itu di sana....(mumbles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Saya tadi pukul satu suruh awak baiki itu air-con, sekarang dah pukul dua, masih belum siap! Awak selalu pergi main-main saja! Awak tak baiki itu air-con saya akan mati dalam kereta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OC: (persuading)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Saya tak nak test dah! Awak pergi ambilkan kereta untuk saya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: (mouth open "What about me?? I'm doomed!!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: (smoking cigarette)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: (singing in my heart 'How Great is Our God' "As cheesy as this is, it is the only thing that I can do to calm down my nerves.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OC: (drove a new car down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Ini kereta siapa? You main ambik saja ke!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OC: Ahh...ambil dulu la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Pergi tanya dulu siapa punya kereta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-After going into the office for a while-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: (waving at me to come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: (get everything ready...last minute, forgot to put on the seatbelt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Pakai seatbelt dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahm....(put on seatbelt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Ah Moi, dah boleh jalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Arrive at the junction, behind the white line-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Jalan...cepat sikit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh? Bukan kena stop dan brek sebelum garisan putih ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Takpe, takpe..jalan saje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh...okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Cepat-cepat sikit. You superman ma! Kena pergi cepat-cepat (singing superman theme song) ("LOL! I was wearing my Superman shirt. Thought it will give me confidence.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: (laughs) Ah...kenapa dah tukar masa ujian kepada tengahari ah? Sebelum ni kan masa pagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Ya ke? Awak dari pagi tunggu sampai sekarang ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh? Tak la...instructor saya dah inform. Saya tanya saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Office nak tukar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Em...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Pergi sebelah kanan sikit. Tekan minyak banyak banyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh? Tapi instructor ajar saya turun bukit kena tekan brek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Nanti you dah pass, masih dengar cakap instructor ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh..tak. (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Ah...tak payah stop, terus saja! Ahh...U-turn kat sini, signal dulu. Cepat-cepat pusing, tekan minyak sikit. ("practically teaching me how to drive")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: (just followed him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Ah...susur saja. Tekan minyak lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh...okay. ("very unsure, might trick me and fail me")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Kenapa? Pergi cepat-cepat takut ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh...sikit-sikit la. ("I was going around 60km/h, the speed they set for us was 40km/h to 50km/h.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Nanti you pandu sendiri pun kena cepat ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh...ye la, saya pun kena pandu kereta ke kolej di KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Ah..ye la! Tak boleh bergantung pada parents hantar you ke sekolah ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh...ye la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: You letak anting-anting ke? (looking at my ears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ahh..ye la. Sakit oh...dah lebam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Oh..ya ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Ye la...ada darah. ("LOL! I was nervous...just crap whatever comes into my mind.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-This lorry in front of me turned eventhough it was red- I didn't know, so, I followed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Aih! Brek! Brek! (step on brakes for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: (step on brakes) ("this is it, I'm gonna fail! I went through the white line! In my moment of defence...") Ahh? Warna merah ah? Kenapa diorang belok ah? Saya tak tau la...lori kat depan, saya pun tak boleh tengok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Itu gila punya orang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: ("LOL!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Ahh...okay, tukar gear. Cepat sikit. You boleh punya ma....kan boleh? Ah...signal kat sini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: (change gear in the middle of the road)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Aih! Dah belok baru tukar gear ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Awkward silence-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ins: Dah, belok kat sini. (help me turn my steering wheel) Ahh...dah, sign kat sini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Terima kasih! Thank you so much! (beaming with happiness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I got my results I feel like shouting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I failed twice and would've failed the third time if not for Him. I was egoistic and did not ask for His help the first two times. But even with a little faith, I can do anything. At first when the instructor was arguing with the other guy, I thought that this is it, I'm doomed! That guy is in a bad mood. He will surely fail me to release his anger. Besides, he smokes, that would increase his stress even more. But I just waited and trusted the Lord. I kept praying for angels to guide the car I'm driving and that it would be a safe ride. My tiny faith brought Him to save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"You didn't have enough faith," Jesus said. "I assure you, if you had faith as small as a mustard seed you could say to this mountain, 'move from here to there,' and it would move. Nothing would be impossible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Now that I look back, I know for sure that he made that argument between the instructor and the Chinese guy just to prove that once and for all, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;His work happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. Coincidence? I think not! He just wants me to have faith in Him. To forever more cast all my worries to his feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To surr&lt;/span&gt;ender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5992086684984603749?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5992086684984603749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5992086684984603749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5992086684984603749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5992086684984603749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-is-good.html' title='God is good'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-4441719095933442810</id><published>2009-06-08T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:33:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I CAN DO IT. I ALREADY DID IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Do Not Worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." (Matthew 6:34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-4441719095933442810?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4441719095933442810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=4441719095933442810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4441719095933442810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4441719095933442810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-do-it.html' title='I can do it'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-8569058948642110293</id><published>2009-06-07T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:49:25.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Robbery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with a couple of friends. After so many months, maybe even years I didn't visit Times Square, it definitely changed a lot! The stores were made for the lala people. The only reason I used to go Times Square was for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Borders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; but now its 2 storey glory have been downsized to only 1 floor. BTS Borders is seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; underappreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, a person that hates shopping for clothes like me, had to wait outside of stores for my friends. But this visit definitely got me reaping some rewards, I found out that some stores sell Japanese street fashion clothes like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lolita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It's so cool! Have to make another trip there to do some research with Sue for our paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, VinXi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'dragged'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; me to this store that sells all things Idol, particularly Korean and Taiwanese. They have everything from posters, key-chains, mirrors, wind-chimes, anything you can ever think of! Obviously, we searched Suju things like crazy. I actually grabbed and dumped everything Suju into a basket, which was full to the brim. What went through my mind that time was to grab everything that catches my eye and filter them later. Like in Kinokuniya the other day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anted to buy the whole store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; First time in my life I felt like a real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Didn't bring out enough money and all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The people there knows how to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exploit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; us and make big bucks! When I was cashing out my things, I began to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cheated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I still can't believe I spent 18 bucks on a poster and a DIY key-chain. I know, stupid right? But of course, it felt right that time. It's only when I leave the store that I feel like I got robbed. Like someone poked a hole into my purse and money just kept flowing out. Hmm...the store owner must be driving a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beemer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and living in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; service apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; next to KLCC with all the money she's making. Dang! She sure knows how to make a fool out of the crazy fans. The celebrities have a right to claim royalties from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We even deposited 25 bucks each for the Suju 3rd album ver. C which I must say, I'm happy to get it but at RM75, it's a bit pricey. Okay la, it's imported and shipment is very expensive. However, this is the first original album I've ever gotten. Even with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, my first love, I had never bought their original album before. I'm a practical, frugal person. This fandom thing is seriously getting back at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How did I get so crazy over this whole thing? It's not to that point yet, but if I let it get out of hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;celebrity worshipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is bound to come. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; going down that road. I'm not gonna be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;crazy elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-8569058948642110293?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/8569058948642110293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=8569058948642110293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/8569058948642110293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/8569058948642110293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/06/daylight-robbery.html' title='Daylight Robbery'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-6230818695903532813</id><published>2009-05-31T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:06:37.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elves are crazy!</title><content type='html'>I feel so sick right now, like I'm about to barf. Reading this right after my dinner doesn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://popseoul.com/2007/06/07/suju-fans-are-killers/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick! That poor girl just took a picture with Kangin of SJ and the E.L.F members verbally attacked her. What's wrong with this world!? Gosh, don't they have anything better to do at home? I mean, it's okay to be Super Junior fans, but this is taking the word overboard to an octave higher. I love Suju myself, but this is just too much. All they did was apologize and it's as if that made everything alright. SM should close down the fanclub. What about the family members of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lee Eun Ji&lt;/span&gt;? Don't they matter? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't believe that today, the media can actually kill a person, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we come from Adam and Eve to now? Today's society is seriously &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;decaying&lt;/span&gt;. Take Akon for example, I loved his song &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Lonely'&lt;/span&gt;...at least it meant something. How did he go from there to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'I Wanna Make Love'!?&lt;/span&gt; I don't care if you wanna make love....why would you wanna tell people you wanna make love? That's sick and wrong! The only thing more sick and wrong is that people actually listens to it. That song actually shot up the billboard charts. Gah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dissing the Elves and Akon fans right now, hmm...next thing you'll know, I'll get verbally attacked by both parties. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm going to die young...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-6230818695903532813?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6230818695903532813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=6230818695903532813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6230818695903532813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6230818695903532813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/05/elves-are-crazy.html' title='Elves are crazy!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5411751822533191934</id><published>2009-05-30T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:25:28.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye, Teacher Audrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hah! Finally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my job at Kumon is over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can concentrate on my studies and my life. It's kind of sad too because I'm going to miss my students there. Some of them are rotten little things while some are quiet little darlings. However, when it comes down to everything in the end, they're kids and cute ones too. I was once little demons like them too. We all were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only told a few students that today was my last day. I told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, one of my favourite students. She's just Standard 3 but she can read as well as a Form 1 student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Today's my last day here la...(smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leanne: (smile back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-After a few minutes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leanne: Teacher, you serious wan ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Of course la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leanne: Really wan ah? I go ask Teacher Ila wan ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Go ask la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leanne: Yerr...don't go la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-After asking Kak Ila-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leanne: You stop because your results not so good is it? (In Chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Hah? Speak in English la..I don't undestand. My Mandarin not so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-After searching my very limited Mandarin database-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Oh..you mean my results go down is it? No la...I just cannot cope only, very tiring. Want to concentrate more on studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that, she went to play and when I was cutting manila cards to label the students' folders, she came and 'help' me. I was reluctant to let her cut at first because a clever kid is still a kid. My guess was right because when I did let her help me, she ruined a perfectly fine sheet of manila card. Coupled with the 'help' I got from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Syahid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(this cute kid that I found out was Syafiqah's brother), I got all the 'help' I want. He literally used the manila cards as nunchucks. Crumpled my nice manila cards which he will later use for his folder anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have this other really naughty student,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dwayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Who comunicated with body language and single syllable words like "Yes" and "No" Today, as if trying to irritate me on my last day, he was extra rebellious. The sentence he was supposed to read was "A funny clown" and it became "A clown with red nose on his face" Okay la...not that bad...until it got to the part where he said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"....and the dog go pee on his face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I just had to hit his head with the paper. Luckily the other teachers didn't see that or I'll be sued for child abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Today my last day, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; me so bad. I'm not going to see you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dwayne: (his specialty, just sit there and laugh like an idiot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder if he will think he made me give up my job when he don't see me anymore after today. Learned a lot from my first job, especially from the children. Would never regret taking up this job, although I sometimes think I'm underpaid for all the hard work. Teaching is not easy, especially with little kids. It's like you suddenly gave birth to dozens of kids and they all want something from you. However, like Kexin said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"WE ARE FREE PEOPLE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay la...I'm not entirely free, if you define free as having no relations with Kumon at all. My boss at the end of today said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "We'll still see each other la...if I have any emergencies, I can still call you to come in, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At first I thought she was joking, but she wasn't smiling, at all. I don't mind coming in sometimes to see the children la...but I'm definitely not working for her if it's not an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;emergency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5411751822533191934?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5411751822533191934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5411751822533191934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5411751822533191934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5411751822533191934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-bye-teacher-audrey.html' title='Bye Bye, Teacher Audrey'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2773209621089078186</id><published>2009-05-24T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:44:13.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Sunbae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Last beverage: Plain water&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: Gai asking for Bio textbook&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Ding asking me to animangaki at SunU&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Dancing Out by Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: Not really sure, maybe during church service (not really the sobbing kinda cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. Dated someone twice: Nope, never even dated before&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: Yes, but not the relationship kind&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: Yes, a very good friend&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: Yes, but not the "I want to die" kind &lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: Nope...just got drunk once, and that's with my family too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;12. White&lt;br /&gt;13. Purple&lt;br /&gt;14. Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;15. Made a new friend: Yes! Lots in college&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: Nope...to actually love a person is hard&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Yes, a lecturer&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: Yes, since the change from high school to college&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Nope&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Err...no&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Most of them&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: Don't know...3, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: Yes, my dog, June&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: Yes! Very much..because my name is supposed to be for guys&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Celebrated with friends that literally announced my birthday to the whole school during the school carnival&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: Today very special, I woke up and slept a few times. At 7am, 10am, 12pm then finally at 5pm just now (had fever and stomach cramps-seriously thought I had some disease like stomach cancer or appendicitis)&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Playing The Sims 3!!&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Eat!&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: A few minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Regrets about the wrongs I've done so far&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listning to right now: Wonder Boy by  Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Nope (what's with this question?)&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: My stomach cramps&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: Google (The Power of Google, people!)&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: See Tho Wai Siong&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: Audrey, Kaori-chan, Toto (sadly, it's true)&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: Female&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary?: SK Bandar Tun Hussein Onn&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary School?: SMK Bandar Tun Hussein Onn 2&lt;br /&gt;43. Poly/Ite/Jc/others?: HELP University College&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: Long&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 170cm&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: Not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: The fact that I am literate&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: Yes, two on each ear&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: Err...no&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;52. First surgery: Thank heavens, no and hopefully never will&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: 7 years old&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Kindy years..everyone in the class was my best friend&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: Netball&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: Balik kampung at Muar la&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: How to remember oh? When I took my first steps as a baby?&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: I'm still full&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: Just took a gulp of water&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: Play The Sims 3!!&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: You're my Endless Love by Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting on: My phone to finish charging&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: Yes, just not now because I don't have money and it's against the law&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: Duh! Don't every girl want that? DEEP, DEEP down...each girl wants that&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: Forensic/Child Psychologist&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: Both&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: Neither&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or younger: Younger&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Stomach&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: Loud&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: No&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: Yes, just a few sips&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: Yes! A good few times too, until I had to pay for my last pair of glasses&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: No!&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: Maybe, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: Nope&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: Yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;86. Yourself: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: Yes&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: I did, not anymore&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: Yes&lt;br /&gt;90.Santa Claus: When I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: No&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: Never even had one&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: To my kindy days&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: The day I took my PSV paper in SPM&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TAGGING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Not tagging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;p/s: didn't I do this tag before? Weird...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-2773209621089078186?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2773209621089078186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2773209621089078186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2773209621089078186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2773209621089078186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-sunbae.html' title='Tagged by Sunbae'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2769900712371227198</id><published>2009-05-19T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:28:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Twinnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(117, 98, 114); font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;1. Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo with ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Trisha, Audrey, Dhinesh, Carmen, Sue, Justin and Adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- A little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- No cos I'm underaged!! I want to~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Yeah...I have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Sometimes when I'm mad, but I don't really mean it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message say ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- "So how? I'm not onlining la.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- My PSP calar until like dunno how adi...sakit  hati betul!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Nope..I want to be left alone when to 'reflect on my day'...fuiyoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Around 2am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- B.U.M Equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Lim Ke Xin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Lim Ke Xin&lt;br /&gt;2. Ng Yee Ding&lt;br /&gt;3. Ahmad Faisal&lt;br /&gt;4. Gayathri Gunasekaran&lt;br /&gt;5. Lim Kit Yeng&lt;br /&gt;6. Lee Wen Sheng&lt;br /&gt;7. Ooi Vin Xi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Chin Sue Finn&lt;br /&gt;9. Ng Shin Yin&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm out of friends to tag....I'm such a sad lonely person...lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Not that I know of...maybe she's secretly having a relationship....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a female ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Half of each. We call him/her kakak macho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get together , would it be a good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Errr....I used to think they're long lost twins. But yeah, turns out they're totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Law at Brickfields Asia College...still single! Anyone interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- I'm chatting with one of them as it is right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Is no.4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Yep...again, interested? Smart, brainy and beautiful. The question is, can you handle it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Anime otaku and a clever girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 &amp;amp; no.6 being together ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Hmm...interesting...but yeah, I don't think they're interested in having same sex relationships. Or are they??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no.9 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- No. 2's sister. You've guessed it! An anime otaku too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- They don't even know each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Of course, she's like a sister to me.&lt;/span&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/5164276063409280373-2769900712371227198?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2769900712371227198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2769900712371227198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2769900712371227198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2769900712371227198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-twinnie.html' title='Tagged by Twinnie'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-4925398848665936316</id><published>2009-05-17T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:03:17.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted...Am I Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Addicted&lt;/span&gt; to all that has to do with Super Junior lately. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Evidence&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div&gt;1. Been spending my semester break watching every single &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;variety show&lt;/span&gt; that has Suju in it. From Super Junior Full House to Intimate Note. According to witnesses, namely my sister and mother, I just sit in front of the laptop everyday &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;aughing like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Having the first symptoms of sounding like Eeteukie when he laughs. His laugh is like, "Ahihihihi!!" &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzLmd28TCQ0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Been spending my semester break watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Super Junior MVs&lt;/span&gt; and downloading all their songs. I'm beginning to be like VinXi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ate Korean food today, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kimchi soup&lt;/span&gt;. I admit, Suju had some effect there. Seriously, if I didn't watch them eating the delicious Kimchi soup in Adonis camp, I wouldn't even have thought about it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Result: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, I am addicted to Super Junior. To the point that my best friend told me, and I quote; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"I lost my best friend to Suju! She has Korean citizenship!"&lt;/span&gt; My aunt told my mum today; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Next time you'll get a Korean son in-law."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.=" I'm still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;100% Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-4925398848665936316?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4925398848665936316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=4925398848665936316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4925398848665936316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4925398848665936316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/05/addictedam-i-really.html' title='Addicted...Am I Really?'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5758605029354302341</id><published>2009-05-11T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:48:40.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn it!</title><content type='html'>Haih....failed my driving test-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;! This time, I went into the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;wrong lane&lt;/span&gt;. Just when I wanna go into the big road, where all the traffic is...he asked me to stop at the side. I didn't take extra class after the last time I failed...maybe that's why. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me and my big ego&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like barfing before taking the test...it's that nerve-wrecking! I did many other performances at school before and had never felt this way. Maybe because I had something to lose here. I think I may have developed&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; driving phobia&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like throwing my L license into the drain and take the public transport for the rest of my life. If Malaysia's public transport don't suck this much, I would've done just that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gonna try again!&lt;/span&gt; Fighting! Ganbatte! Jiayou! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;p/s: if only driving is as easy as studying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5758605029354302341?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5758605029354302341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5758605029354302341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5758605029354302341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5758605029354302341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-it.html' title='Darn it!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-6460736151512593681</id><published>2009-05-10T22:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:53:03.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supaa Junia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sgb14skNoXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/XAWWjTwhUUQ/s400/SuperJunior.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334221163051458930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Been watching and listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; a lot lately. Don't call me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bf stealer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VinXi, you did this to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; LOL! From my last post, VX danced to Super Junior songs a lot. "Go back and watch their videos la...I dance correct wan~" she said. Oh...I watched alright...and was instantly hooked. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;not cheating on SS501 but...Suju dance very nice leh. Mianhe, SS501~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Suju came to the&lt;/span&gt; MTV Asia Awards &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;last year in Genting Highlands.&lt;/span&gt; I was there! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But I had no idea who Suju was. The MCs, fans were all talking about them. Fans of Suju swarmed in with glow in the dark banners. I'm regretting it now...I didn't even pay attention when they went on stage. It was probably the only chance I got to see them in person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm not a person that goes after Korean stuffs...especially not Korean dramas. But Suju's &lt;/span&gt;Sorry Sorry &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;video is so uber fantastic that I wonder how much training they went on to perfect it. I've already watched them on&lt;/span&gt; Attack on the Pin-Up Boys, Intimate Note, Exploring the Human Body, Super Junior Mini-Drama &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and now watching&lt;/span&gt; Super Junior Full House. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Seriously, they're very&lt;/span&gt; funny&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;, particularly in In&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;timate Note and Exploring the Human Body. The first SJ MV I saw was 'U' and the only person I noticed was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heechul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. His hair is really beautiful...he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;, seriously! Heechul is really, the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;one. His personality is very different because he tries to stand out. He's also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; self-absorbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yt9UGLNtUn0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;At the end, he mentioned:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It can't be helped! I, Kim Heechul, was born to successfully make women fall in love with me. Its not my fault! Its not of my own free will! My mother and father created this face!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Haha! That really made me laugh out loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sgb3B9xHTNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sWbaLzm82_g/s320/HC.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334222421799423186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Heechul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: Xing, I'm not a Korean stuff fan, just SS501 &amp;amp; Suju fan... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-6460736151512593681?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6460736151512593681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=6460736151512593681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6460736151512593681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6460736151512593681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/05/supaa-junia.html' title='Supaa Junia!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sgb14skNoXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/XAWWjTwhUUQ/s72-c/SuperJunior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-1927306387784992214</id><published>2009-04-29T20:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:11:14.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Hey, yeah, cool!"&lt;/span&gt; Okay..it's an inside joke between &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VinXi, SueFinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; and I&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry for not updating for so long. I've been hooked on Restaurant City, Neopets and Chocolatier for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ays. Plus, I went to Melaka on Mon and Tue. Have lots to tell..a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bout the trip, I mean. Not on Restaurant City....bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I highly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; recommend it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhf5uqkJMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B2PQ9EhU7vA/s1600-h/DSC01401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhf5uqkJMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B2PQ9EhU7vA/s200/DSC01401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330115604376724674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VinXi, SueFinn &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;First trip ever without any of my family with me...just friends. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;urpris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ingly, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; let me. Okay, it's just 2 hours away from KL...so, not that bad laa. Mission for the trip on our minds were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;! Yes...lots of good food. Not Stadhuys, A'Famosa or Taman Buaya...those crap we always write in our primary school essays. I've been to Melaka tons of times. In Form 3's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; school trip, I went to Mela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ka t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; it wasn't much because they just brought us to some quiet, boring fruit farm and Mahkota Parade. Ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'t Jonker Street or all that good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had it all planned. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; places we would go, the food we will eat, the place w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;will stay and how we'd go there. They sl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ept at my house the day before the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;n we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;head over to Puduray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a for a bus to Melaka. I thought a bus ticket would cost RM9...but a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;backpacker vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;rgin&lt;/span&gt; li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ke me didn't think of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he government tax at all. Everything I had was from the internet. Intern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;et has good info..but e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;xperience is way better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhazDxSuaI/AAAAAAAAARg/E6VWjKSrmws/s1600-h/DSC01218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhazDxSuaI/AAAAAAAAARg/E6VWjKSrmws/s200/DSC01218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330109992224864674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The Dutch Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcXw1JsxI/AAAAAAAAASo/479IMp3ut1g/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcXw1JsxI/AAAAAAAAASo/479IMp3ut1g/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcXw1JsxI/AAAAAAAAASo/479IMp3ut1g/s200/DSC01396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330111722307564306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Church of St.Francis Xavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I told VinXi and Sue I was gonna give really bad reviews to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ringos F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oyer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guesthouse&lt;/span&gt;. This is why. We took the bus from Melaka Sentral to the Dutch Square then trekked for at least&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 5 kilometres under the hot sun&lt;/span&gt; on a Monday noon searching for the hostel. Okay...when we were finally there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; we pressed on the door bell for a couple of times and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no one was there&lt;/span&gt;. I even got so frustrated that I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pressed on the bell like a maniac&lt;/span&gt;. I think the sun must have gotten to me. No one was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ere, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;were&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; tired, sweating and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stranded&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God we didn't get sunstroke and pass out in the m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;iddle of heavy traf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ic. That will be an exp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;erience to remember. Anyway...I read several reviews and heard that Ringos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;was a great place to stay. They got 86% on their overall review. Well...they didn't mention they don't operate on lun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ch hours, did they!? So, why is it that we couldn't get the amazing service reviewed on HostelWorld? Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lost lambs, we trekked everywhere for a place to stay...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wasting hours of our precious time&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;could be used t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o eat cendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc9TPpAtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/iBCNyK1YuqA/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc9TPpAtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/iBCNyK1YuqA/s200/DSC01255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330112367200633554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the view behind our room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Finally, we found a reasonable guesthouse to stay the night in. It's c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;alled &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;River Vie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;w Gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;est House&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, I wrote a good review for this one. The owners, Raymond and Mani were really f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;endly. They told us to help ourselves to anything in the kitchen. It was as if we were in our own house...supported by SueFinn's constant referral to the guesthouse as '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;'. It's pretty new...so there weren't many people st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. We could even choose our own room and it has a view of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Melaka River&lt;/span&gt;!! Ferries would pass by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; the guest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;house and we would wave at them. Okay...it's pretty hot in the room, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;specially if you're used to the ac. It's just next to Jonker Street with full access to pubs(not that w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e went), public transports, and defini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tely, goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;d food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhazIvcBdI/AAAAAAAAARo/AAm0HCTMCpM/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhazIvcBdI/AAAAAAAAARo/AAm0HCTMCpM/s200/DSC01220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330109993559262674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicken rice balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhazZymBNI/AAAAAAAAARw/Jsf7J_6dSiE/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhazZymBNI/AAAAAAAAARw/Jsf7J_6dSiE/s200/DSC01223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330109998135903442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyonya cendol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhazbE8gCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VghyioVw0bk/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhazbE8gCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VghyioVw0bk/s200/DSC01226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330109998481309730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Coca-Cola museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;good food&lt;/span&gt;, Melaka has it all. The first thing we had was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ken rice balls at Hoe Kee&lt;/span&gt; restaurant. It was really good and cheap. I only paid 5 bucks for the meal which is wayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; cheaper than the price in KL. After that, cendol for dessert. This guy specializes in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nyonya cendol&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;is sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p is full of collectibles from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Coca-Cola&lt;/span&gt;. It was like stepping into a museum. It was just opposite Hoe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kee...so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; didn't do much walking for the cendol we had been waiting days for. After that, we did some walkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;g a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jonk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;er Street &lt;/span&gt;and got a map from the Tourist Police. Even with the map, we managed to get&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; lost &lt;/span&gt;a cou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ple of times more than necessary....usually led by me. We took the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;norama&lt;/span&gt; bus around town. Went to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;kota Parade&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dataran Pahlawan&lt;/span&gt;. Which I must say, are the only place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;s w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;an find people our age. Jonker Street is quiet on weekdays. If you want to go Melaka for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;nightlife&lt;/span&gt;, you should g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o on&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;days and week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ends&lt;/span&gt; where stalls are open at night. But with so many people, you'd have to wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in line for everything. We went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Portuguese Settlement &lt;/span&gt;too...and saw the sea! Okay...it's wasn't really the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;s the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Straits of Melaka&lt;/span&gt;...but it's the cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;osest we can get to the sea. The beach was really dirty though...and I saw some ships dumping oil into the waters. But there were still a few fishing boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;s nearby. &lt;/span&gt;VinXi made a joke about the su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;n. She pointed at the sun and the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;each and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"sun of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;beach"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Haih..now wonder the sun was glaring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;at us that day...&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcXaaaDvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MK0cpGG8a2A/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcXaaaDvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MK0cpGG8a2A/s200/DSC01234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330111716289810162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcXS8OkSI/AAAAAAAAASI/ajgUovK74Fc/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcXS8OkSI/AAAAAAAAASI/ajgUovK74Fc/s200/DSC01232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330111714284179746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sun of a beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc80vN80I/AAAAAAAAASw/z8gHj_b8_kw/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc80vN80I/AAAAAAAAASw/z8gHj_b8_kw/s200/DSC01413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330112359011578690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;satay celup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Got lost on the way to eat dinner...again, my fault but thank heavens for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;people and directions&lt;/span&gt;. We had &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;satay celup&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. I actually planned to go &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Capitol Satay&lt;/span&gt; but it was closed. So, we had to eat at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pirated version &lt;/span&gt;of it...the one next door. I forgot it's name...but it was alright. It was just 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ut shops were already closed. Trekked back to the hostel...didn't get lost there! Saw a stall selling &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;fried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;oyster (ho jian)&lt;/span&gt; and they looked delicious. Rented &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;bikes&lt;/span&gt; for tomorrow with the help of the guesthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went back to talk, eat and finally slept at 2am. Oh...I just have to highlight VinXi's&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;stant singing&lt;/span&gt;. At f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;st, it was bearable but after a while...it was funny and annoying. She had to sing the whole night...a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;t one point, she sang to the curtain on our window, as if it will close by itself with the help of her m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;agical singing. Singing was still okay...but couple it up with dancing...you get the picture. And she's a huge fan of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. Even to the extent of watching MVs everyday and memorizing all their dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhdodNpSzI/AAAAAAAAATo/YQddllCNodg/s1600-h/junior0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhdodNpSzI/AAAAAAAAATo/YQddllCNodg/s200/junior0151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330113108610992946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VinXi's Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcXsZKWQI/AAAAAAAAASY/4jCqgwtQbJk/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcXsZKWQI/AAAAAAAAASY/4jCqgwtQbJk/s200/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330111721116424450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhdobe6JbI/AAAAAAAAATw/gQuJES19Ir4/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhdobe6JbI/AAAAAAAAATw/gQuJES19Ir4/s200/DSC01244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330113108146529714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Bukit Cina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Next morning, we woke up at &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5am &lt;/span&gt;and cycled to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bukit Cina&lt;/span&gt; to catch the sunrise. Actually...more like getting lost, then cycled to Bukit Cina. It was a nightmare...we followed the not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-very-detailed map and I again, led us to nowhere. We had to ask for directions three times. At one point, we e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ven cycled into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;cemetary&lt;/span&gt;. We know where Bukit Cina is..it's just the question of how to go up. There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; this &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;road up that we could have cycled up but it was just too scary...especially since Bukit Cina is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;where all the tombs are. So, we searched everywhere for an hour and finally found access up, next to a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ool The guards told us to go up only when there is more light. We actually woke up way earlier than necessary...but it was good too...since we wasted all that unnecessary time on getting lost. Saw the sky turning brighter...but the sun did not turn up...it was just too cloudy. Up there, we got really good view of Melaka city. It wasn't much...not like KL anyway. No skyscrapers or high-rise buildings. But it h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;charming &lt;/span&gt;feel to it. Up there, people, mostly middle-aged, comes up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;. VinXi, mentioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that it was a good locat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ion for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; music video&lt;/span&gt;. Really...with all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tombstones&lt;/span&gt; behind. Maybe we should recreate&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Michael Jackson's Thriller-asian version&lt;/span&gt;.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcX4kcnyI/AAAAAAAAASg/TtQ7rwR5oKU/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhcX4kcnyI/AAAAAAAAASg/TtQ7rwR5oKU/s200/DSC01247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330111724384984866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Eye on Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc9FTnugI/AAAAAAAAATA/INiBct1zp_U/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc9FTnugI/AAAAAAAAATA/INiBct1zp_U/s200/DSC01251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330112363459230210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;VinXi, relaxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc9QYF3KI/AAAAAAAAATI/O6LLkS9vKMw/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc9QYF3KI/AAAAAAAAATI/O6LLkS9vKMw/s200/DSC01442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330112366430772386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;me, freaking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc9N6wzHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9qvyJS8jcHU/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhc9N6wzHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9qvyJS8jcHU/s200/DSC01254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330112365770886258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Baba laksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had breakfast and went back to the hostel for a nap. More singing on VinXi's part. Cycled to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Eye on Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. We didn't get a chance to ride it in KL. It wasn't much of a view up the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;re but it definitely reminded me of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;phobia of heights&lt;/span&gt;. I paid 8 bucks for that ride and immediately regretted it when the ferris wheel moved. No one was there....we had the ride to ourselves. To me, cycling there was more fun than the ride itself. Mostly because there weren't any cars and we had the wind blowing on our faces. Went for lunch at &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MAM restaurant&lt;/span&gt; on Jonker Street. The&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; baba laksa&lt;/span&gt; there is amazing! Very different than the laksa we're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;used to. It has lots of kaffir lime leaves in the soup with canned tuna. It doesn't have the oily and thick taste in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; normal curry laksa. It tasted refreshing and light. Had cendol and abc. Then we went to tapau chicken rice ball for the trip home and Sue bought pinneaple tarts. Took the bus back to Melaka Sentral and took the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'exclusive bus'&lt;/span&gt; which was a load of crap. The guy promised us a tv and drinks. All we had were the radio on Sinar fm and a pretty comfy seat. When I asked the driver to drop us off at KTM Serd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ang, he dropped us at some rest house next to UPM. Thank God my brother knows where to pick up up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhdoIQmM8I/AAAAAAAAATY/cJEBlCdQGT0/s1600-h/DSC01260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhdoIQmM8I/AAAAAAAAATY/cJEBlCdQGT0/s200/DSC01260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330113102986228674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Going home (bad cam-whoring skills)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All in all...it was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;great trip&lt;/span&gt;! Except the part of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;getting lost a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Had a great experience with food and the people there. To compare KL and Melaka is like comparing the past and the future of Malaysia. Throughout the trip, people offered to help us when we get lost. I call it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;power of the map&lt;/span&gt;. When I hold my map up, the locals swarm to help us. When we cross the street, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;cars stop for us&lt;/span&gt;. It was so different from what I know of KL. In KL, if you don't walk fast, cars will not stop for you and drivers will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; shout at you. Everything in KL is about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;luxury&lt;/span&gt; in the fastest way possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. KL people has &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;no time to be friendly&lt;/span&gt;. There are robbers everywhere and the people around will just watch you getting robbed, expecting someone else to call 999 or help the victim out. In my previous posts, I mentioned buses in Malaysia being rude and the drivers unfriendly. Well, I was shown wrong. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Buses in Malaysia isn't rude at all.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;only RapidKL buses are&lt;/span&gt;. In Melaka, we were shown Malaysian &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hospitality at its highest&lt;/span&gt;. The guesthouse owner was willing to help. The bus we took, Panorama, was consta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nt. The drivers will ask us where we want to go and offer to direct us to the right station. It was a whole other view of Malaysia. However, I must say that the drains there are clogged up and really stinks. Reminds me of my hometown, actually. In Muar, the drains smell the same and had the same &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;unidentified jelly-like substance &lt;/span&gt;that don't flow in the drains. Apart from that, Melaka was a breath of fresh air. Very much recommend it...go on weekends if you like the nightlife. But to me, going on weekdays was pretty good because we didn't have to get in line or face the crowds. Oh...and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; going with friends&lt;/span&gt; is way more enjoyable because you learn to be independent and you're not tied down by your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhdoNOag8I/AAAAAAAAATg/nftZ1hgByoE/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SfhdoNOag8I/AAAAAAAAATg/nftZ1hgByoE/s200/DSC01448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330113104319251394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;friendly bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-1927306387784992214?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1927306387784992214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=1927306387784992214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1927306387784992214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1927306387784992214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/melaka.html' title='Melaka'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/Sfhf5uqkJMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B2PQ9EhU7vA/s72-c/DSC01401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-209865374781742013</id><published>2009-04-21T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:18:05.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Heya! I went for my&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; driving test&lt;/span&gt; today. Passed the first part of it which consisted of going up a slope, side parking and 3 point-turning. Came the second part, I waited for an hour and half and didn't even get on the car seat for more than 5 minutes. The instructor asked me stop at the side of the road. He told me I overshot the white line that I was supposed to stop before. I was kinda nervous then so, I admit that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was wrong there&lt;/span&gt;. My heard sank when he told me it was a 'kesalahan mandatori'. We changed seats and he drove us back which, I think is unnecessary since we're barely half a kilometer away from the centre. The crappy part to this is that&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I didn't even get a chance to go on the road&lt;/span&gt;. Man, that totally sucked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like I always do, I got over it after some complaining. My friends and my own mum told me I should've bribed. Whatever.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I just can't and won't bribe&lt;/span&gt;. Call me stubborn...it's just that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah..so, I got back and slept for a while because I just don't have mood to study for Chemistry then. I even dreamed that I would fail the next time I retake the test. When I woke up as usual, I checked my mail and stuff. I read my daily mail from Pastor Rick Warren: Purpose Driven Connection. I usually just browse through it and forget about it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But today, it made me cry&lt;/span&gt;. I thought God has forsaken me when I took the driving test. I just couldn't understand why even after praying, I still failed. Was it not enough? Or is God testing me. Well, he gave me an answer, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever" (2 Corinthians 4:18 MSG).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So much of what we waste our energy on will not matter even a year from now, much less for eternity. Don't trade your life for temporary things. Jesus said, "Anyone who lets himself be distracted from the work I plan for him is not fit for the Kingdom of God" (Luke 9:62 LB). Paul warned, "Deal as sparingly as possible with the things the world thrusts on you. This world as you see it is on its way out" (1 Corinthians 7:31 MSG).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What are you allowing to stand in the way of your mission? Whatever it is, let it go. "Let us strip off anything that slows us down or holds us back..." (Hebrews 12:1 LB).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;How can we do this? In one of his most misunderstood statements, Jesus said, "I tell you, use worldly wealth to gain friends for yourselves, so that when it is gone, you will be welcomed into eternal dwellings" (Luke 16:9 NIV).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jesus did not mean for you to "buy" friends with money. What he meant was that you should use the money God gives you to bring people to Christ. They will then be friends for eternity who will welcome you when you get to heaven! It's the best financial investment you'll ever make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You've probably heard the expression, "You can't take it with you," but the Bible says you can send it on ahead, by investing it in people who are going there! The Bible says, "By doing this they will be storing up real treasure for themselves in heaven—it is the only safe investment for eternity! And they will be living a fruitful Christian life down here as well" (1 Timothy 6:19 LB).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, I'm gonna keep trying because I know He will be with me no matter what happens.&lt;/span&gt; He has a plan for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-209865374781742013?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/209865374781742013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=209865374781742013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/209865374781742013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/209865374781742013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-7773504387499790839</id><published>2009-04-20T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:06:05.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did That Happen To You? (Tagged by Sunbae)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Why do everyone these days like to tag me? I'm I that 'taggable'? Gonna have to think up of a plan to kenakan you guys back..*evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Answer the questions as honestly (or as funny) as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;2. Post this as "Did That Happen To You?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;3. Tag 20 friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;4. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;5. Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 1:What do you do if you are in the bathroom with a beetle flying around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If it comes near me, i'll spray the crap out of it and watch it drown and die *evil laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 2:What do you do if you hear a song you like playing on the radio when you are all alone in the room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sing my heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 3:You want to speak to your crush badly.What is your pick up line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What goes on in my head: "Hey! You're that guy from *** right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What goes on in reality: *staring at him* (hanya memandang dari jauh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 4:What do you do if all your friends hate a particular band that you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Keep to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 5:What do you do when you trip and fall in front of many people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've got three steps to this: (BLW) Blush, Laugh, Walkaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 6:You forgot to do your multiple-choice question homework (the one whereby you have to choose 1 out of 4 options given to you as your answer) and it had to be submit in 5 minutes. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happened a lot of times (especially in Chem). The lecturer really didn't care, so I did the thing on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 7:You have bad breath and someone speaks to you.How do you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Speak minimally and smiling always stop someone from asking any further but when I really have to say something, speak downwards lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 8:You just finished gym and after a shower, you drop your clean clothes on the wet floor. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Still wear it, unless there is some kinda unidentified substance on the floor, then I'll borrow some of my friend's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 9:What do you do if a personality quiz says that you have a lousy personality as your result?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whatever lah. It's not like a personality test can define me. I define myself, I don't shape myself to be what that quiz say I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 10:Your friend gave you the worst gift you have ever received and asks: Do you like it? How do you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Please and thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 11:(Continued from question 10) What are you really thinking secretly inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm probably gonna put it aside in my display collection of unused birthday presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 12: hot guy/girl keeps looking at you while you are on the bus. What are you secretly thinking inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chances of that happening is less than 0%. But if that happens, that guy might me thinking I'm weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 13:Your crush and you are eating dinner together, the food you've ordered came first, you do not want him or her to look at you eating while his or her food hasn't come. What will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chat with him until his dinner comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 14:You are alone in your house and you realized that there is a burglar. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What I dream of doing: Now this has happened before, my siblings and I were huge '3 Ninjas' fans. I was Tum Tum, my sis, Colt and my bro, Rocky. We had all these shurikens made out of popsicle sticks and lotsa duct tape. And we just started practicing Taekwondo too. We promised each other that if someone did break into our house, we're gonna kick the burglar's butt. My weapon of choice was a large decorative fork as tall as I was. On the night of the break-in, guess what happened? We were sleeping like pigs!! I'm glad the burglar did not break into our rooms and threaten us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What I would really do: Dial 999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 15:What do you do when your best friend had just spoilt your favourite one and only camera with all the important photos you cherished inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;First thought would be to curse in an array of colourful words then my conscience would kick in and I'll say, "It's alright." (partly to that person and partly to myself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 16:What do you do when you receive a call from a kidnapper and your friend is in their hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Make sure if it's true then call 999 then call his/her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 17:What do you do if you break your friend's favourite vase but he or she didn't saw it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Walk around in the same spot for a while, thinking how would he/she react and how can I repay he/she. Then tell the truth and face whatever that's gonna come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 18:You were told to buy carrots by your mother, but you forgotten it and went back home with garlic. How will you explain to your mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Go out and buy the carrots again before she even know's I'm back with garlic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 19:What do you do when you saw a cat chasing a mouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let go of my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 20:You missed your favourite tv show and it was the season finale. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ask, "Kor~ download *** for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question 21:There is a crash in your schedule, one is your friend's wedding, the other is your another friend's last day of funeral. 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(Tagged by Sunbae)'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-1263918319121095887</id><published>2009-04-19T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:46:56.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Mania Tag by Ona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ceh! The ona this time tag me only...I have a life, okeh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Then, put an 'x' next to the films you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Teen/ Romance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Another Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Step Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Step Up 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) High School Musical 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) High School Musical 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Hannah Montana Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Sydney White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) She's the Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Licensed to Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Break-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) 13 going on 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) 27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) P.S I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Made of Honour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) What Happens in Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Get Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Princess Brides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Camp Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Wild Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Ella Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) 50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Hotel For Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Just Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Hot Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Sleepover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Confessions Of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Nancy Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) No Reservations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Perfect Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Never Been Kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Comedy/Humour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Yes Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Bedtime Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Pink Panther 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Cheetah Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Cheetah Girls 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Bratz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Haunted Mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Paul Blart Mall Cop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The 40-year-old virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Night in the Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Night in the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Evan Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Bruce Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Never ending Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Meet the Spartans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Meet the Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Meet the Fockers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Scream 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Scream 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Scary Movie 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Scary Movie 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Scary Movie 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) American Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) American Pie 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Adventures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1: The Sorcerer’s Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2: The Chamber's Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3: Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4: Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 5: Order of Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Mummy 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Mummy 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Journey to the Center of Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) City of Ember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Finding Never land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) X-Men 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) X-Men 3 Origins Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Spider Man 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) King Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Hellboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Underdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Batman: The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Action/ Thriller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Matrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Terminator 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Terminator 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Ocean's Eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Ocean's Twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Ocean’s Thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Casino Royale 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Bourne Identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Bourne Supremecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Underworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Butterfly Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Death Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Death Note 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Death Note 3: L Change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Resident Evil 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Resident Evil 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) I, Robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Rush Hour 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) I Am Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;( ) Signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Horror:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Saw II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Saw III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Saw IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Saw V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Grinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Ring 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Final Destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Final Destination 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Final Destination 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Ghost Ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) From Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Child's Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Seed of Chucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Bride of Chucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Gothika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Grudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Grudge 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Haunted Apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Siren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Son Of The Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Omen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) House Of Wax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Eye 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Shutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) When the Stranger calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Orphanage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Skulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Cruel Intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cartoons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Madagascar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Madagascar 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Bolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Wall-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Monsters Inc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Shark Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Shrek 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Toy Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Toy Story 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Incredibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Inspirational:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) I Am Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Coach Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) The Last Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Conrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Midnight Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Little Black Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Rwanda Genocide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Classics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(x) Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(  ) A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL ALTOGETHER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;123/239&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ok laa....i watch a lot of movies..but that doesn't mean I don't have a life, okayy? It's just part of my hobby. Besides, who don't watch classics like Titanic and Spiderman?? C'mon lah~&lt;/span&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/5164276063409280373-1263918319121095887?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1263918319121095887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=1263918319121095887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1263918319121095887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1263918319121095887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-mania-tag-by-ona.html' title='Movie Mania Tag by Ona'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-3284034741473003332</id><published>2009-04-16T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:48:59.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Bdk Kampung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Where is your cell phone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your significant other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burgundy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your favorite thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soymilk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your dream/goal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; What room are you in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Where were you last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Something that you aren't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Muffins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Where you grew up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Last thing you did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMA2-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your pet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Missing someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Something you're not wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your favorite store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; When is the last time you laughed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMA2-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&gt; Last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMA2-ing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-3284034741473003332?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3284034741473003332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=3284034741473003332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3284034741473003332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3284034741473003332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-bdk-kampung.html' title='Tagged by Bdk Kampung'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-5533289226612417601</id><published>2009-04-15T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:00:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ahh..finally, no more assignments for the rest of the semester!! These past two weeks had been &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;! So, I decided to treat myself to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; unadon&lt;/span&gt; Actually, I’m blogging from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sushi Zanmai &lt;/span&gt;right now. Unadon was my lunch but I saw this thing called &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ika Natto&lt;/span&gt; on the menu and it reminded me of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yakitate!! Japan&lt;/span&gt;. For those who don’t watch it, I seriously recommend it…especially if you like culinary stuff like my sis. She doesn’t watch anime at all but loved Yakitate!! Japan after I intro it to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Anyway, for those who did watch it, remember the part where Azuma’s grandpa ate natto with bread? Yeah...it looked delicious…so, I tried it and found out that it’s&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; disgusting&lt;/span&gt;. It’s exactly like how the anime made it look like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sticky and slimy&lt;/span&gt;. I thought it was supposed to be sweet but it’s not. It’s fermented soybeans, so you can already imagine the rotten taste of it. It tasted like I was eating my own flem out of a bowl. And I paid for it! I wouldn’t eat it again even if I get paid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-5533289226612417601?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5533289226612417601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=5533289226612417601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5533289226612417601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/5533289226612417601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/natto.html' title='Natto!'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2624026499205746553</id><published>2009-04-09T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:27:05.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Ona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Who is your best guy friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Sal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Who is your best friend that's a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Xing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What is your favorite thing to do in the summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- No summer in Malaysia lahh... but if there is, swim at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- No winter in Malaysia but if there is, snowball fights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Have you ever gone camping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Have you ever been on Urban Dictionary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;How many trees are in your yard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- Four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Are you anticipating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Yes...for an A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If you had to hang out with any teacher you ever had, which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Hrm...Pn.Dyan maybe? Or Ms. Elaine. They're both comical and Eng teachers. Go English!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you think a lot of situations in your life are awkward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;If you had to be a fruit, which one would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- Is cocoa bean a kind of fruit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Something stupid that makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Yeah...crapping with the Chocoholics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Do you say 'omg' in real life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- No..I'm kinda scared if God suddenly appear in front of me and ask, "What!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How long is your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Over me shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Would you rather ski or swim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You're a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- Purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Who is the fakest person you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Are you dead honest or do you keep your thoughts to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Keep my thoughts but if I have to say something, I try to say it in the nicest way possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Do you cry when your in pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- Nah...my friends say I just act cool when in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So, what time is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- 1.02 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;What day is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What month is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Favorite thing about this month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you wear make-up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Do you like root beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you always have to be doing something with your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I've always wanted those contacts that look like cat eyes, haven't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Nope...I'm bad in handling contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Have you ever seen a glacier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;..at least not real ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Favorite word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ever been called a punk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Last person you smiled at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- My sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not tagging anyone..unlike someone I know...&lt;/span&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/5164276063409280373-2624026499205746553?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2624026499205746553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2624026499205746553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2624026499205746553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2624026499205746553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-ona.html' title='Tagged by Ona'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-1477988557433622659</id><published>2009-04-08T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:13:58.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana Yori Dangosss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SdyyNU7knFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gwr8lgS-Imo/s1600-h/HYD,+BOF,+BBF,+MG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SdyyNU7knFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gwr8lgS-Imo/s320/HYD,+BOF,+BBF,+MG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322324801671699538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;With all the craze about&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Boys Before Flowers&lt;/span&gt;(HYD Korean Ver.), I got sucked into it too. Haha...no doubt, I'm not the crazy Korean drama fan kinda girl. I've always wondered why people watch Korean dramas..their plots are all about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love and betrayal&lt;/span&gt;, that kinda thing. Basically, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;predictable dramas&lt;/span&gt; (like certain TVB ones too). But, BBF is way different cos it's based on HYD manga which btw, is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This is how i got into the whole HYD phenomenon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice movie&gt;HYD manga(apparently it's loosely based on P&amp;amp;P)&gt;HYD Jap Drama&gt;HYD Jap Movie&gt;BBF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;BBF lead to other things too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BBF&gt;Kim Bum (^^)&gt;Kim Hyun Joong&gt;SS501&gt;Korean shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm a Korean drama virgin before BBF and this is really a breakthrough for me to explore into Korean stuff. I'm addicted to Korean songs now..haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Anywayy...HYD started with the manga, then the anime, Taiwan drama, Jap drama and now Korean drama. What's next? Malaysian drama? LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Comparing the actors with the characters of HYD, I can honestly say...the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Korean one is the best&lt;/span&gt;. Taiwan ver. is okay at first but in Season 2, the plotline don't really follow the manga anymore. Jap ver. follows the plotline and it's super&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; funny &lt;/span&gt;but the actors are not really...as beautiful as the manga says they are. BBF actors are &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, not handsome, beautiful!! And they portray the characters really well I feel like I'm reading the manga and watching the drama. Of course, they added some scenes not in the manga but just as perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Just for your info, I'm a fan of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kim Bum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kim Hyun Joong&lt;/span&gt;'s now..haha. KB is just, well...cute and KHY is musically talented and of course, beautiful. Rumours say that BBF is coming out with Season 2 next year Feb. So long eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-1477988557433622659?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1477988557433622659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=1477988557433622659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1477988557433622659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/1477988557433622659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/hana-yori-dangosss.html' title='Hana Yori Dangosss'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SdyyNU7knFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gwr8lgS-Imo/s72-c/HYD,+BOF,+BBF,+MG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-3994047289743794162</id><published>2009-04-05T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:17:10.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile - Nat King Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" style="width: 400px; height: 180px;" width="400" height="180"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=20295983&amp;amp;path=&amp;amp;mycolor=A10833&amp;amp;mycolor2=C21F5B&amp;amp;mycolor3=210220&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=95&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=400&amp;amp;oh=180"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/20295983" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Smile even though its breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When there are clouds in the sky, youll get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Youll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thats the time you must keep on trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Smile, whats the use of crying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Youll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you just smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thats the time you must keep on trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Smile, whats the use of crying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Youll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you just smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-3994047289743794162?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3994047289743794162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=3994047289743794162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3994047289743794162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3994047289743794162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile-nat-king-cole.html' title='Smile - Nat King Cole'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-3260116036660803394</id><published>2009-04-03T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:24:23.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RapidKL...one of the greatest mystery in the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As you all may already know, I'm a supporter of the environment. So, I take the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;public transport&lt;/span&gt; to school. (Okay, it's that or walking.) Tuesday and Wednesday mornings, my dad send me to college on his way to work and sometimes I really feel like rolling down the window to scream at the other drivers heading to work/college. Why don't they just try &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;car pooling&lt;/span&gt;? I mean, your colleague may just be the driver in the car right behind you. About 80% of the cars I see on the road are empty (save for the driver). That just tells you who are the culprits of the morning, evening rush and all that stress. If we just choose to car pool, we can save so much petrol, save the environment and save time. I know, I sound so much like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tree-hugger&lt;/span&gt; these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the main thing I wanna post today is about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;RapidKL buses&lt;/span&gt;. They're &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;inconsistent&lt;/span&gt; and the drivers think they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'all that'&lt;/span&gt;! Just today while waiting for Alex to pick me up after class at the LRT station, the bus &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;stopped right in the middle of the busy road&lt;/span&gt; in front of the station. I didn't realize it at first until a few cars behind it started honking. Then only I saw that the bus was, well....&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;driverless&lt;/span&gt;. He just literally parked right in the middle of the road without any concern for other people. And you know what the 'emergency' was? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He had to park in the middle of the road causing traffic jam....to get a cup of coffee&lt;/span&gt;. That's it, and he didn't even feel guily about it. Just strode back into the bus like some big-shot while cars behind were honking like mad. Just because the bus is 3 times huger than a normal car, the driver thinks he &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;owns the road&lt;/span&gt;s. In rude BM, that's called...'&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;jalan bapak dia!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first nightmare encounter I have with RapidKL either. Usually when I'm late, I would take the LRT to Bangsar then take the bus to college. The bus would be there waiting most of the time...but you know what? Driverless again. If it's for 5 minutes it's okay la...they need a break too. But it just get on my nerves sometimes when they go for 15-20 minute breaks. To all the lecturers of HUC, this is why I'm late sometimes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We have to wait for them&lt;/span&gt;! Like we need them! If I knew how to drive a bus, I would've driven it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of public transports, the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; KTM&lt;/span&gt; is another problem I have with Malaysia's public transport system. In school textbooks, we learn that we should always save the environment by taking the public transport and car pooling. I totally agree with that but I really wanna ask the people who wrote the textbooks..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"How can I take the public transport when it sucks so much I wanna cry?"&lt;/span&gt; Let me give you a very good example, just happened to me today-again. (Yeah, today's not a very good travelling day for me.) I usually take the KTM train from KL Sentral back to Tasik Selatan. It costs me 1 ringgit and the route is actually more convenient compared to the LRT which I have to change routes at Masjid Jamek and costs me RM3.70. Anyhoo...usually the trains will come in 10-20 minutes or so. (Again, very inconsistent.) Just for today, to let me suffer a bit more than usual, I had to wait for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;30 min&lt;/span&gt; for a train! Of course, I didn't want to and took the LRT instead. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Take it from me, the only public transports worth taking in Malaysia are the LRT and cabs.&lt;/span&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/5164276063409280373-3260116036660803394?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3260116036660803394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=3260116036660803394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3260116036660803394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3260116036660803394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/rapidklone-of-greatest-mystery-in-world.html' title='RapidKL...one of the greatest mystery in the world.'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-6722616873740003764</id><published>2009-04-01T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:44:57.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hey ppl!&lt;/span&gt; Konyanyachiwa!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Uwaa..nowadays a lot of work eh! No time to blog, but what am I doing now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Lol..anyway, we're doing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;L4D &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;at college these days. Haha...quite fun la. The zombies in this game are not the Resident Evil kind where they just goes around like sleepwalking. No, not at all...this kind are the ones that runs at you! Super scary la weh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ooohhh...speaking of games&lt;/span&gt;, The Sims 3&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; is gonna be out in June. You've probably heard me talking about it a million times already. The only reason I got this new laptop is to play The Sims 3. You can be sure this simaholic will play it everyday. To Alep, you'll be hearing a lot about how awesome The Sims 3 from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; *evil laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5164276063409280373-6722616873740003764?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6722616873740003764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=6722616873740003764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6722616873740003764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6722616873740003764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/04/games.html' title='Games'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-6845697492967705397</id><published>2009-03-29T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:00:07.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour or Fun Hour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm speaking as a third person perspective, not judging, just observing.&lt;br /&gt;The human race is one that I find most odd. They find &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;delight&lt;/span&gt; in everything and find every possible way to express their emotions, in their terms, 'party' or 'celebrate'. Take for example, a very common ritual among the humans is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'countdowns'&lt;/span&gt; especially on the eve of significant events. What they do is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;shout and scream&lt;/span&gt; at the top of their lungs ignoring all concerns in ethics without any particular reason. This is because it is 'fun', 'cool' and 'the trend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour is one big step against global warming. This is one of those 'significant events' that the human race find important enough to gather together and perform their ritual of shouting. As this writer is from Malaysia, let me direct your attention to a video taken in KL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLkdUtRjju4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear all the screams and shouts? Yes, that is what I'm trying to say. Do they have to shout at everything? It's just the KLCC without lights. Global warming is not something to be celebrated. We have to take actions. They should &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;save the petrol&lt;/span&gt; which I have to add, contributes to the carbon footprint, by not driving all the way to KL just to shout and scream at each other. They are saying no to global warming by switching off lights and there they are, outside p&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;roducing greenhouse gases&lt;/span&gt;. I just have to add that they probably feel hyper afterwards and will go to some restaurant to have supper. What will they have? Let's see...how about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;beef steak&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cattles contribute more greenhouse gases-in this case, methane and carbon dioxide-than cars&lt;/span&gt;. Surprising? It's a whopping 18% of global warming. So, next time you choose beef steak, you choose global warming.&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/5164276063409280373-6845697492967705397?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6845697492967705397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=6845697492967705397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6845697492967705397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/6845697492967705397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-or-fun-hour.html' title='Earth Hour or Fun Hour?'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-2149678256742123897</id><published>2009-03-15T13:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:04:36.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; SPM results&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;....(drum rolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SbyYyW_k9lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yPyh2Euevlk/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SbyYyW_k9lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yPyh2Euevlk/s320/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313289651323467346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SbyaJinwx_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/2xzrdejQmFA/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SbyaJinwx_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/2xzrdejQmFA/s320/DSC01195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313291149093423090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6 A1s, 1 A2 and 4 B3s!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's not 14 A1s (Like Gai) but it's alright. At least I didn't fail Add Math or BM which means I don't have to take Finite Maths or BM in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SbyYpxubJZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/P_-ytfMPMqM/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SbyYpxubJZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/P_-ytfMPMqM/s320/DSC01190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313289503880455570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Going back to high school for the results was fun. I got to meet all my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ex-schoolmates again. And we can definitely feel &lt;/span&gt;'the vibe' &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;when we waited for it. Some teachers even cried. Anyway, I just wanna say how&lt;/span&gt; proud &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am of my friends, especially&lt;/span&gt; Gai, Ding, Joolz and Kyeng&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. They all got&lt;/span&gt; straight A's&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;!! I said it before, I'm gonna say it again, &lt;/span&gt;Gai got 14 A1's!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She's the 2nd highest Indian scorer in Malaysia! And she's not from some bestari/boarding school either. She's from our humble, ulu, no-one-will-ever-know&lt;/span&gt; SMKBTHO2&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. Her name's gonna be in the Hall of Fame for a long, long, long....time.&lt;/span&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/5164276063409280373-2149678256742123897?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2149678256742123897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=2149678256742123897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2149678256742123897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/2149678256742123897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/03/spm.html' title='SPM'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SbyYyW_k9lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yPyh2Euevlk/s72-c/DSC01194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-4817585963807768378</id><published>2009-03-09T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:28:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Best Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0730&lt;/span&gt;: Woke up late for second driving lesson. Drove up to Hulu Langat with instructor. All the way I was still kinda blurr... Learned how to do &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;parking&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3 point turn&lt;/span&gt; today. Normally, I won't have to wait long to do parking but because it's a Sunday, I had to wait in line with the others to get a spot for parking. Then this guy cut the line in front of me and as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pushove&lt;/span&gt;r that I am, I didn't do anything. Not even honk..but my instructor did. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He literally got down the car and scold the poor gu&lt;/span&gt;y. I was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; that all I did was sit in the car with my hands over my ears. After that, I just answer questions with monosyllable answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1000&lt;/span&gt;: Went to church with sis. We talked about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Psalm 67&lt;/span&gt;-A Great Commission. I learned that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;God wants to bless us-all of us&lt;/span&gt;. We don't have to earn it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our purpose in life is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;May the peoples praise You and all nations glorify You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined a talk called &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sex &amp;amp; Sensibility&lt;/span&gt; that's on the 15th. I think it's going to help a lot, especially in the marriage and relationships conundrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1230&lt;/span&gt;: Drove all the way to Pavilion for lunch so that we can go to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;National Library&lt;/span&gt; to study. What a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; that was.&lt;br /&gt;1. The National Library has &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;no proper parking&lt;/span&gt; area; we had to park at the Hospital beside.&lt;br /&gt;2. We have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pay RM5&lt;/span&gt; to bring our laptop in. (which we didn't after all cos Alex was too pissed-off with the whole thing that she threw the form we have to fill up for payment.)&lt;br /&gt;3. The books are very &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;disorganized&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. People there are mostly high school students talking and adults with nothing to do, they read &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;crappy old magazines&lt;/span&gt; like 'Wanita' and 'Jelita' that are bound by the library. (Seriously, why would the library want to bind magazines? They should bind more useful stuffs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the National Library! What would foreigners say when they see it? What did they say? It looks pretty good on the outside with a rotten interior. Look at the website and compare it with the actual thing. You'll know what I mean.&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/5164276063409280373-4817585963807768378?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4817585963807768378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=4817585963807768378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4817585963807768378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4817585963807768378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-my-best-day.html' title='Not My Best Day'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-3043614047928686429</id><published>2009-03-08T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:38:34.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making A Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Watched&lt;/span&gt; Slumdog Millionaire&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; today with my mum and sis. Lots of Indian supporters at the cinema. It's the first time ever I felt like we're the only Chinese there and we're not in Malaysia anymore. At first, I thought it'll be some common Bollywood film which involves the main actress dancing around some (incidently there) tree. The guy and his 'geng' will woo the girl and her 'geng' with singing and dancing. Yeah, that's Bollywood alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But no, the movie is&lt;/span&gt; very real&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. It depicts real life scenes from Mumbai with actors facing real life situations similar to their characters. The plot shows how a typical life is in India with the&lt;/span&gt; caste system&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. It makes the audience think. Basically, it changed how I&lt;/span&gt; see the world&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. I feel lucky to be born here with a real family and great friends. I now know why God put me here. We complaint almost on a daily basis about our job, our life, our studies. What we don't realize is that people in places like India, Africa, Iraq or even the sidestreet beggar outside your house &lt;/span&gt;don't even have a chance to complaint.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Often, we ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; too self-absorbed &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;to realize that &lt;/span&gt;the world does not revolve around us&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I've been worrying about SPM results these few days but I don't anymore because I know it's no use worrying. &lt;/span&gt;Why would I wanna worry about these tedious things when God has it all planned out? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's not like worries will change it. That is why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. I want to help, even in the smallest of ways. I've decided to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sponsor a child&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;through World Vision. I just have to send RM50 per month to them and they'll take care of everything else. It's that easy! I have an allowance more than enough and I work. I'm pretty sure I'll survive without and extra RM50 a month. On the other hand, that single most important&lt;/span&gt; 50 ringgit bill will help a child in food, education, living&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now I know why Slumdog Millionaire won the&lt;/span&gt; Best Movie in the Academy Awards&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. It may not be pretty, but it's real...&lt;/span&gt;it's everyday life in the world&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. I don't hope for you guys to join a missionary to war or something like that but at least try not to think life as what it is now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think of the bigger picture and know that each of us is but a small dot in it&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5164276063409280373-3043614047928686429?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3043614047928686429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=3043614047928686429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3043614047928686429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/3043614047928686429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-difference.html' title='Making A Difference'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-841388459553208531</id><published>2009-03-05T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:34:39.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 without tech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Today is the final day! I’m so happy I can finally watch my ‘Ouran’ and text my friends. Yesterday was my best friend’s birthday and I couldn’t even wish him. I felt so bad! I just e-mailed him and said I was sorry. I can’t take showering in cold water anymore! Thank heavens today is the last day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; This week actually taught me a lot of things. I can’t believe how much we are dependent on technologies these days. It’s surprising and disturbing to realize that because if we depend on it too much, what happens when it doesn’t work anymore? Hurricane Katrina taught us exactly this. When the connections in Gulf Coast were down, the citizens were desperate for any form of line to the world. Okay, let’s say technologies will never fail us, but we still face the risk of virus spreading through the entire world in the matter of minutes. A terrorist can easily take over everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; I also learned that without technologies distracting me all the time, I can actually do more work. I’m more focused, therefore productive. If this experiment was to be held for a whole month, I might have changed the amount of technologies I use daily. However, since it’s such a short period of time, I have no inclination to change but it definitely has change how I think of technologies. I won’t take it for granted anymore. I learn to listen more to other people by not constantly occupying myself with technologies. I thank you for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-841388459553208531?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/841388459553208531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=841388459553208531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/841388459553208531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/841388459553208531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-5-without-tech.html' title='Day 5 without tech'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-4578738846677721196</id><published>2009-03-04T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:35:56.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 without tech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Had my first driving lesson today!! It was quite fun…and exciting that I just couldn’t help smiling the whole time I drove. This doesn’t count as breaking the rules, right? I mean, I drove myself and all but it’s part of learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When I came back, read a little ‘Pride and Prejudice’ then I slept for an hour. I’ve been sleeping a lot lately. Just didn’t have the initiative to start a new hobby or exercise. I’ve been telling myself I need to do some exercise but between work, college and assignments, I can’t seem to fit some time to exercise. Maybe I should quit my job and spend more ‘me time’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My laundry is piling up. I actually piled all of my laundry for the past few days so that I can wash them all at once tomorrow. It’s just easier that way than to wash them everyday. I don’t think I broke any rules today unless you consider taking a glimpse at ‘The Dark Knight’ when my sister was watching. I just realized yesterday that I’m not even supposed to listen to the radio. Except, of course, if it’s someone else listening to it and I just happened to be in the same room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Tomorrow is the final day. I sure hope I won’t break any more rules than I already had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-4578738846677721196?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4578738846677721196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=4578738846677721196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4578738846677721196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/4578738846677721196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-4-without-tech.html' title='Day 4 without tech'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-275142176322923069</id><published>2009-03-03T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:36:16.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 without tech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I went to campus today and the first thing my friend, Dhinesh told me was, “I give up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Give what up?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“The week without tech thing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Why?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I couldn’t take it anymore. I went online yesterday and the day before that. It’s just so hard.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One question went through my mind at that moment. What has happened to our generation of youth? No offence, but it’s only day 3 and honestly, I’ve broken a couple of rules too. I can understand him because I face the same temptations and when I say youth, I include myself in that category too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I know kids and youth these days are pretty dependent on technologies but I didn’t know it was this bad. I know for a fact that kids now are playing with Playstations, Xboxes and can’t survive a day without watching ‘Ben 10’ while kids my time only plays with Barbie dolls, Tamiya cars and watches ‘Dragon Ball’ and  ‘Pokemon’. Teaching at Kumon has taught me one valuable thing; kids these days are spoiled! Even my 8-year old cousin has a Nokia handphone more expensive that mine. Youth nowadays wants the best in everything; they compare their handphones, laptops and cars with their friends. They get bored easily like changing phones every month because it’s not ‘the best’ in the market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It’s not that I don’t depend on technologies, I do. To prove my point, I have a confession to make. I watched ‘Mulan’ today on the telly. My friend texted me that it’s on and I immediately switched it on. It’s breaking the rules but it’s only like my favourite movie ever since I was 10. I get tempted sometimes but I still know my priorities. I can survive 5 days without technologies. It just depends on whether I want to. I may get tempted sometimes but I know I can say no to tech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-275142176322923069?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/275142176322923069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=275142176322923069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/275142176322923069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/275142176322923069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-3-without-tech.html' title='Day 3 without tech'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-866825085114756014</id><published>2009-03-01T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:34:44.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 without tech</title><content type='html'>-Continue from last post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So far, I haven’t broken any set of rules. Washed my clothes yesterday by hand and haven’t had any access to the internet except for e-mail and college purposes. I’m getting sick of showering with cold water, thought. I was really tempted to switch on the water heater but didn’t. It’s just 5 days, I will survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Okay, I broke some rules today. I watched a music video clip with my friend on her laptop. Couldn’t help it, I was bored out from having to wait two hours between classes. The only entertainment I can find is reading my book, ‘Lolita’ and writing in my diary. Lolita is somewhat hard to understand because of the French words and English words from the Victorian era (I think). Plus, my friend played music on her laptop and technically, I’m listening to it. If we look at this logically, I didn’t ask her to play them, right? However, I did like the songs and even asked her to Bluetooth them to my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; When the rules say that I can’t use the mobile except for emergencies, I’m expecting calling my mum to pick me up from the LRT station as an emergency. So far, that’s the only thing I use my phone for and as an alarm clock to wake me up in the morning. I realized that I wear my clothes a couple of times more than usual to avoid having to wash them so often. It’s just that between balancing my time for college, travelling and work, I really can’t find much time to do the laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I did something crazy today. I actually walked home which is 1km away from my work place (Kumon centre) after work at 9.30pm. Which is pretty crazy in my context because I usually asks my mum to pick me up but seeing as I can’t ride anyone’s car unless for long distance, I took up the challenge. It’s not like my neighbourhood is dangerous or anything but there have been cases of robbery and kidnapping. Well, not after the security guards beef up the patrols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Anyway, I was walking home and I saw this African American man walking ahead of me. No offence, but at that time, any man of any race would’ve been suspicious to me. Fortunately, there were some people around us standing outside their porch. Nothing happened but I was so freaked out that time I prayed and sang worship songs the entire way home. I know, I’m a sacredly cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5164276063409280373-866825085114756014?l=hearingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/feeds/866825085114756014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5164276063409280373&amp;postID=866825085114756014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/866825085114756014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5164276063409280373/posts/default/866825085114756014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearingout.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2-without-tech.html' title='Day 2 without tech'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15002687252172468347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywSTUMGLac/SwAm0gTPauI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BrNagM8ny9k/S220/06-11-09_2147+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5164276063409280373.post-4750246866265715802</id><published>2009-03-01T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:35:54.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah! I'm finally free from the tech hiatus. Going through those 5 days weren't easy. Especially showering in cold water and no texting. Nothing else better can explain how I felt those days like my diary. So...this is the first entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 without tech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Felt awkward today because I did not bring my mobile phone out. Even if I have it, it wouldn’t make a difference because I can’t use it at all. I had to call my mum from the public phone to come pick me up from campus on her way home. I have this theory; people are more approachable when they are not doin
