<?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-11571160</id><updated>2011-12-13T08:11:26.796+10:30</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Embarrassing Moments'/><category term='Cloud 9 Moments'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='Random stuff'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Special days'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Sad stuff'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Health/Lifestyle'/><category term='Sentimentality'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Love/Dating'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Happenings'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Fantasies'/><title type='text'>A Journey into the Mind &amp; Life of an Adult in Training</title><subtitle type='html'>You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing - Michael Pritchard</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>425</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-648983219862794986</id><published>2011-10-26T00:32:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:03:06.510+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>It kills me...</title><content type='html'>...to see you online but both of us are not talking. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-648983219862794986?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/648983219862794986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=648983219862794986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/648983219862794986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/648983219862794986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-kills-me.html' title='It kills me...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8031226475153380615</id><published>2011-10-21T22:32:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2011-10-22T01:02:51.952+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad stuff'/><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't dropped by in a while. I guess there are no readers left. I really really really need to vent but I can't seem to find anyone to listen at the moment. My best friend's pursuing her dreams in HK, my other best friends are scattered around Malaysia/overseas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met this guy in July and things went up and down, which is doing me no good at all. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Why oh why did we have to meet? Things would have been so much easier if we hadn't. I understand and accept the fact that we'll never be together but....somehow deep down I know that it's only a matter of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I had feelings for him, everyone could see that we would be a great couple. Everyone could see it but him. I was happy to be his best girl friend. I was. But...somehow things changed the end of September. Who was avoiding who has become a blur to me. And amazingly, every time I saw him, my heart would skip a beat, something that never happened before that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just yesterday, he wrote something on his status that made my heart drop but I know that I'm thinking too much. =/ Maybe...just maybe...this could all end tragically. When it does, I don't wanna be here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8031226475153380615?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8031226475153380615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8031226475153380615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8031226475153380615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8031226475153380615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2011/10/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-962085630003301589</id><published>2010-07-14T16:29:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:37:30.496+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Not good</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling under the weather lately. It's probably PMS, or stress, or both. =( Haven't been feeling very motivated though I'm running out of time! Another 3 months, &amp;amp; my honours thesis is due &amp;amp; I'm still at my preliminary stage. *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I feel stressed, my friends don't seem to understand that I'm simply busy! They do not understand that I do not ask people out because I'm feeling stressed &amp;amp; when I'm stressed, I do not want to add more stress to myself by spending time travelling to/fro, or spend my time doing anything other than my work! Argh! Is it that hard to understand?! Everyone thinks I'm free after my exams...seriously! -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was free, I'd be out having meals with friends, walk aimlessly on the streets just because I want to be out of the house, lie on the beach &amp;amp; soak up the warm sunlight, surf the net all day for interesting stuff, listen to music while doing house chores, watch Masterchef &amp;amp; not worry about what I will do after that. I can give you a whole list of things to do!!!! But right now, I need to focus on my work, alright! Particularly hate it when people say things like, "I rarely hear from you, shows how unimportant I am to you". I just simply hate it, even if you add a "lol" at the end of it. It just drives me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is an angry post...I am. Enough said, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-962085630003301589?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/962085630003301589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=962085630003301589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/962085630003301589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/962085630003301589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-good.html' title='Not good'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4633152069431256855</id><published>2010-07-10T09:47:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:03:43.099+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'>So near yet so far</title><content type='html'>If you read my previous post, you would know by now that I have a major crush on this guy called Kurt. The thing is we do not know each other. Uh huh. I know it sounds totally insane but I feel so sad that he hasn't approved my friend request on Facebook! I saw him appear on my news feed this morning - "Kurt is now friends with ____ &amp;amp; 10 others." o.O I'm probably buried under 100s or 1000s of friend requests... Oh well...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...for the past few days, I've been checking out his friend, Sam, on YouTube and his myspace page. On first look, you'll find that he's not cute but as you see him sing/act, there's this something about him that makes you feel attracted to him. Charm, maybe? LOL Kurt, Sam &amp;amp; many others are filming a movie called College Musical this winter (their summer) and are asking on Facebook if anyone wants to help out or simply be an extra. *SIGH* Hence, the post title. If only I could fly myself to the US, not worry about my thesis...I sooo wanna be a part of their movie production! I'm sure it would be an awesome experience &amp;amp; at the same time I'd get to fulfill my dream of becoming an extra. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been listening to the songs covered by Sam (produced by Kurt) 24/7, when I'm doing my thesis. Hehe...it almost feels like he's singing right next to me. *slaps self* Wake up already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pL2sffgYXwY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pL2sffgYXwY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a video of Kurt playing "Baby" on the recorder. He produces all his videos on YouTube. He occasionally appears in videos with Sam &amp;amp; his other friends, playing musical instruments and/or being vocal backups [gosh, is there even such a word - vocal backup].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIoSTbPt_PI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIoSTbPt_PI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Sam &amp;amp; his clones...LOL (produced by Kurt) Totally LOVE this cover of "Don't stop believing"! Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4633152069431256855?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4633152069431256855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4633152069431256855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4633152069431256855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4633152069431256855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So near yet so far'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-174518597349850679</id><published>2010-07-08T14:53:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:59:00.845+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'>Reality sinks in</title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd like to blog more often...I'm afraid I can't promise that. I just met up with my supervisor today &amp;amp; apparently I've got HEAPS of stuff to change in my research proposal (starting to regret procrastinating at the beginning of the year!). My winter break will not be much of a break for me &amp;amp; I guess it's a good opportunity to get as much things done as soon as possible, rather than to leave them till the last min (which I usually do, but NOT this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget...I'm having this MAJOR crush on this guy called Kurt Schneider. He's a YouTube sensation due to his productions! He's intelligent (majors in math at Yale), creative (produces unique music videos) and cute!!!! Gosh...how perfect is that! And he's the same age as I am. *swoons* Been obssessed with him for weeks! Go check out his vidoes on YouTube! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will talk to you guys soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-174518597349850679?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/174518597349850679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=174518597349850679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/174518597349850679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/174518597349850679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/07/reality-sinks-in.html' title='Reality sinks in'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-930648808443052877</id><published>2010-06-29T10:23:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:51:31.779+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Young &amp; in love</title><content type='html'>I know my post title may be misleading...LOL I'm not young &amp;amp; in love but it has got to do with being young &amp;amp; in love. Get it?? XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logged onto facebook first thing in the morning (not really, just after breakfast &amp;amp; cleaning the house), &amp;amp; I came across this video my friend posted up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HY-haO1yH98&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HY-haO1yH98&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While watching it, it reminded me of my primary &amp;amp; high school days. Those were the days when I would immerse in this romantic fantasy of mine. LOL I've always dreamt that one day I'll have my own love story - "You'll be the prince &amp;amp; I'll be the princess, it's a love story, baby just say yes". When we were young, everything seemed hopeful, the future was uncertain but we were all excited about going to uni, making new friends, experiencing different cultures etc. In short, we were so carefree. If you meet a guy you like, love is all it takes. As long as you love one another, everything will work out right? However, now that I've grown older (hopefully wiser too), I realised that you can't live on love alone. Well at least I know I can't. Just like a chinese saying goes 爱情和面包，你选哪一个？*translated - love &amp;amp; bread, which one would you choose?* I'd definitely choose bread! As if love will keep me fed &amp;amp; warm. What if the guy I like is like super duper poor? =/ I'm also not implying that I want a rich guy...LOL It's just that when we become more mature, we'll take many factors into consideration, eg. is he financially stable? Would he be a great father to my children? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I catch a glimpse of an extremely cute guy on the street, but guess what? Most of them are still in high school! ='( I'm old...really getting old...Before you think that I like young boys, let me tell you my tragic "love story". HAHAHAHAHA I was working with this guy called R on my research project &amp;amp; I really liked him because he was nice, friendly &amp;amp; all. Really liked his bubbly &amp;amp; funny personality. But...that feeling soon turned into mixed feelings because...he was engaged! ='(( Boohoo! He's getting married on the 10th of July. Ahhhhhhh! Why is it that I always fall for someone who's either taken or, worse, getting married?!!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finding out his relationship status, I felt SUPER nervous working alongside him after that. I kept feeling conscious about my actions, just in case he finds out that I actually have a crush on him then he had to make a difficult decision whether he should leave his fiancee for me. LOL Just kidding about the latter part. So, I'm not "actively" searching for the other half...wayyy too busy with my studies to even think about it. Gosh, I'm starting to ramble about how miserable my love life is. Please don't misunderstand. I'm happy with my status right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why hasn't R invited me to his wedding?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, fine...I AM happy! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Oh, watch the video...it's so sweet! *melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-930648808443052877?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/930648808443052877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=930648808443052877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/930648808443052877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/930648808443052877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/06/young-in-love.html' title='Young &amp; in love'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-2431316385137690960</id><published>2010-06-28T17:39:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:52:02.614+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Strange place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's strange that no matter how stressed I feel about an exam or an assignment, I'd eventually drift into a different dimension when I'm doing my revision/assignment. Just an hour ago, I was studying with Taylor Swift's songs blasting through my earphones, &amp;amp; I found myself in a strange place. LOL I felt calm &amp;amp; was actually enjoying studying what I was studying. @.@ How bizarre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we're on this topic, let me digress a little. When I was in high school, I'd always have my afternoon nap (which lasted for hours) right after my lunch. Yup, without changing, without showering, I'd just flop myself on the bed &amp;amp; drift into dreamland. I really LOVE sleeping. There's an indescribable feeling about it. Sleeping "solves" most of my problems. LOL Like that time when I came home after an SPM paper (I think it was physics), I came home feeling down, knowing that I did quite a few mistakes. I immediately transported myself to dreamland &amp;amp; when I woke up hours later, that paper incident just felt like it never happened! Not only that, when I get EXTREMELY HORRIBLE menstrual cramps, all I need is something hot to drink/eat AND sleep, &amp;amp; when I wake up, everything's back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, I look forward to bed time so much 'cause that's how I run away from reality, from all the stress I'm facing. Every morning, the moment I open my eyes, I think to myself "Gosh, back to reality!" That's my life these days...for those who are wondering what I'm up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-2431316385137690960?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/2431316385137690960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=2431316385137690960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2431316385137690960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2431316385137690960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/06/strange-place.html' title='Strange place'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-5706604771179203996</id><published>2010-06-27T15:50:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:55:40.286+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Never too early</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, while feeling tired of studying, I went online to do a research on postgraduate studies in Australia. Since I was 14, I've always known what I wanted to do in life - get a bachelor's degree in psychology, do a postgraduate in psychology &amp;amp; work as a psychologist. That has always been my lifelong dream. However, I have a feeling that all these would change. Everything always doesn't go as planned &amp;amp; I'm thinking of Plan B, just in case I can't do what I wanna do. Who knows, I might end up doing something totally different! Like what this post title implies, it's never too early to plan. Right? Heh...this post is so pointless...but oh well, at least i'm updating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-5706604771179203996?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/5706604771179203996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=5706604771179203996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5706604771179203996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5706604771179203996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-too-early.html' title='Never too early'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3386029429771743098</id><published>2010-06-25T13:40:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:45:24.428+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Fresh air</title><content type='html'>Ahh...After almost 5 days of cooping myself up at home to study, I finally decided to go to the library to study today. Well, there are always a few advantages studying at the library compared to at home. For one, I can save electricity because I don't have to turn on the heater at the library, &amp;amp; also I don't have to turn on my desk lamp at the library. Secondly, the height of the table at the library is way ideal than the desk I have back home, therefore I won't have any backaches sitting too long. =D Also, there are less distractions because though there are computers at the library, I only come online (like now) during my break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to blog about anymore. LOL But I promise I'll blog about more interesting stuff after my exams...well, if there are interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3386029429771743098?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3386029429771743098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3386029429771743098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3386029429771743098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3386029429771743098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/06/fresh-air.html' title='Fresh air'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-1500868635695854830</id><published>2010-06-24T22:04:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:17:29.438+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Alive and kicking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I'm pretty much alive and kicking! I'm not sure if anyone still visits my blog since I kinda abandoned it for almost a year (?) now =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of updating my blog more often now as I'm gonna be very very stressed out these few months &amp;amp; I'll need a place to vent. So, sorry if my posts are very emo. Will try my best to blog about happy things too. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick update, having an exam on the 3rd of July &amp;amp; I'm still struggling with revision. HATE stats to the max!!!! -___-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least...I've got more time to study. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While studying, I got "bored" &amp;amp; started looking through my pictures so here's a collage of pictures I took, mostly during my summer holidays. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/TCNTA1mfyvI/AAAAAAAAAkE/NlwtyWSY33g/s320/misc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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/11571160-1500868635695854830?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/1500868635695854830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=1500868635695854830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1500868635695854830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1500868635695854830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/06/alive-and-kicking.html' title='Alive and kicking'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/TCNTA1mfyvI/AAAAAAAAAkE/NlwtyWSY33g/s72-c/misc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4654889292376611192</id><published>2010-03-01T12:22:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:25:26.635+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Last day of February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a cold &amp;amp; dark night. Both of us sat on the couch talking about our feelings towards different issues. What I enjoyed about the conversation is that it was too dark to make out each other's expressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After an hour plus of talking, I regretted sharing my feelings with you simply because the more we know about someone doesn't mean we know that person better. And I think this creates an invisible barrier between us even though we may deny it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah, from now on, I would keep my deepest &amp;amp; darkest feelings to myself because no one would understand anyway. But then again, who does?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4654889292376611192?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4654889292376611192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4654889292376611192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4654889292376611192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4654889292376611192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-day-of-february.html' title='Last day of February'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-470200391944733271</id><published>2010-02-24T10:00:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:16:04.235+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'>Second post of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You guys must be wondering why on earth am I updating so often. LOL Well, one of the reasons being that classes haven't officially started &amp;amp; I've got plenty of time on my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past few months, I've been doing alot of thinking. Not deliberately, but as usual, a female's brain is constantly at work no matter what time of day. =P Last November I befriended an Australian guy at the library while I was photocopying some pages for an assignment. The whole situation was pretty bizarre actually because if I had chosen to go to the library early during the day I wouldn't have bumped into him. So anyway, to cut the loooong story short, after asking for his name, &amp;amp; not to forget, &amp;amp; last name, I went searching for him on Facebook. Much to my surprise, I found him! Being the bold girl I was, I sent him a private message. From then on, I don't know what happened, we were constantly exchanging messages on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder if our friendship would have ever blossomed if I hadn't made the first move. Here comes the complicated part. When I tell friends about my newfound friend, W, the first thing that comes to their mind would be, "ohhhh...there must be a romantic association somewhere..." I don't blame them as it is quite an Asian thing to think/say BUT what bothers me is that whenever I voice out my intention to ask W out (for a meal/drink), my friends would exclaim in unison "let him make the first move!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See? What does this all mean? W &amp;amp; I are just normal friends, no romantic association whatsoever, so what does it matter who makes the first move? So, as we grow up, our friendship with the opposite sex has to be dicatated by the "social rules" people impose on romantic relationships? So does that mean that as adults we should not be seen together with someone of the opposite sex cause it would create much hooha? Is it even possible to have a really close opposite-sex friend? I used to believe that it is possible but slowly as time goes by I get influenced by the cynism of this "adult world" that I'm still trying to fit into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, part of me wishes that classes would start soon so that my mind would be occupied by studies instead of thinking nonsense, which isn't exactly nonsense when you think about it. The past 3 years have been a self-seeking journey as I continue to understand myself better. No one in this world can confidently say that he or she knows a person inside out 100%, not even the person himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, these questions will still be left unanswered until, maybe at some point, life decides to do me a favour by answering them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daniellefreelances.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/boy_girl_symbols.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next post will be on friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: Feel free to voice out your experience/opinions. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-470200391944733271?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/470200391944733271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=470200391944733271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/470200391944733271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/470200391944733271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/02/second-post-of-year.html' title='Second post of the year'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8005710078205772696</id><published>2010-02-22T20:42:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:25:18.644+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>First blog post of the year</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last updated my blog. In fact, it's been a long long while. The reason I haven't been updating was that everytime sit down in front of my laptop, the drive to blog just fades away. &amp;amp; at times when I do have the drive, I was too tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In short, the last few months of 2009, I went on a roller-coaster ride &amp;amp; I'm not quite sure if I've recovered from that trauma. My summer holidays were too short to say the least. When I eventually adapted to the life back home, time went by oh-so-swiftly, &amp;amp; before I knew it, I was back in Adelaide. I thought I would cry my eyes out like I did the year before, but I was so wrong. Till this day I'm still amazed that I haven't actually cried a tear since I landed. Maybe it was the abrupt termination of my summer holidays. Or it could be the company Y's been giving me since I came back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be honest, I wonder if it would be much better if I was left alone for a few days, or weeks, just to get over the fact that I'm back to my independent life here. Many a times I wanted to runaway &amp;amp; do something, anything, all by myself, be it watching a movie, hiking up a hill, sitting by the river feeding swans, or simply reading a book. I might have mentioned this a few times in my previous posts, or not. Whatever. It's like Adelaide is a place accursed with dreadful stresses &amp;amp; weird strangers (ocassionally you'll stumble upon them in the streets). &amp;amp; me, I lose my sense of identity whenever I breathe in Adelaide air. I don't know if I should just be myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling pissed &amp;amp; emo at the moment so I think I'd write another happier post when I feel like it. To those who still bother to visit, I'm alive &amp;amp; kicking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8005710078205772696?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8005710078205772696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8005710078205772696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8005710078205772696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8005710078205772696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-blog-post-of-year.html' title='First blog post of the year'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3625829251077846618</id><published>2009-08-28T10:15:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:56:57.132+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Happy endings</title><content type='html'>Read a blog post on happy endings on &lt;a href="http://memoriesuncovered.blogspot.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;'s blog a few days ago &amp;amp; she mentioned that we are entitled to our own happy ending. She gave an example, saying that if Snow White's prince never appeared &amp;amp; kissed her, the story could have a different happy ending such as 'Snow White being awakened by the "dawrves' heartfelt &amp;amp; sorrowful tears" which splattered on her beautiful porcelain face'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with her that we are entitled to our own happy ending. Besides, whether an ending is happy or not is a very subjective thing. Because my happy ending may not be someone else's ending &amp;amp; vice versa. Therefore, many a times when I say that I believe in happy endings, it does not mean that I believe in those of fairy tales. What I actually mean is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; believe that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; will have a happy ending because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;My very own&lt;/span&gt; happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that, in actual fact, fairy tales never had happy endings? The &lt;a href="http://www.bspcn.com/2007/12/17/8-fairy-tales-and-their-not-so-happy-endings/"&gt;original versions of fairy tales had gruesome endings&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; depending on subjective perception, there is a lesson at the end of each tale. Of course, there are different versions of the fairy tales, just not-too-happy ones.  Endings of fairy tales had to be modified to make sure kids are happy, not horrified. I find it really fascinating that even fairy tales are so realistic. I used to question about the happy endings...I thought, "why is it that every fairy tale ends with 'and they lived happily ever after'?" Somehow I'm hoping that the original versions would make it onto the big screens. LOL If you don't know me yet, yes, I have a really morbid &amp;amp; twisted mind. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading E's blog, I went to take a shower &amp;amp; a random thought crossed my mind. Usually, little girls are exposed to fairy tales but what if I have sons but no daughters (that is if I ever get married &amp;amp; have kids) in the future? What would my young boys get out from those fairy tales? That they should go seek their princess &amp;amp; give them a happily-ever-after ending? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another version of Cinderella, Cinderella's stepsisters actually sliced off their toes in order to fit into the glass slipper! Cool eh?! LOL That desparate to marry the prince...tsk tsk tsk. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the thought of the day...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have time, go read these articles for other versions of fairy-tale endings! Woo! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dbskeptic.com/2008/10/27/original-versions-of-classic-fairy-tales/"&gt;Original versions of classic fairy tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dbskeptic.com/2008/11/17/more-original-versions-of-classic-fairy-tales/"&gt;More original versions of classic fairy tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gabrielutasi.com/061907.happy_ending.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 328px;" src="http://gabrielutasi.com/061907.happy_ending.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Oh, this reminds me of Avril's song "So much for my happy ending...o-oh...o-oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3625829251077846618?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3625829251077846618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3625829251077846618&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3625829251077846618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3625829251077846618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-endings.html' title='Happy endings'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-6133703543810958176</id><published>2009-08-27T11:06:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:14:05.435+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...I've been feeling like a pregnant woman. Literally. I've been eating non-stop every day even though I'm not hungry. I keep craving for junk food &amp;amp; I can never get enough! Good thing I don't really have junk food at home so I just pig away on whatever I have. Well, at first it was the time of the month but it's over now. =S Also, I've become a person of few words. Most of the time I try not to open my mouth to talk because I'm just not in the mood to. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On another note, I'm hooked to a song sung by 神目与瞳. I've been listening to it on repeat for 24 hours...I just love love love the duet effect &amp;amp; the sadness of the song. I heard KT sing it a few times during our karaoke sessions &amp;amp; I kept forgetting the name of the artist but I stumbled upon it a few days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the video...nothing much about the video but listen to the song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVeZCOhXQIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVeZCOhXQIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-6133703543810958176?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/6133703543810958176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=6133703543810958176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6133703543810958176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6133703543810958176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/08/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3135911823261920844</id><published>2009-08-22T10:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:56:24.304+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Homeless guy (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's this guy who wanders around the neighbourhood, asking for 3 dollars (yeah, exactly 3 dollars). He's scruffy, dresses like he changes once a week &amp;amp; he smokes! I guess if he has money to buy cigarettes, he's not THAT in need, right? At least to me, the fact that he smokes can never convince me to give him money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, based on my observation, he does not really need money. First of all, he goes around asking for 3 dollars. Like...a poor person who needs money to buy food/to survive would ask for a specific amount. If I were in need, I'd be soooo grateful if someone actually gives me a dollar! The first time he came up to me (or us, rather - was waiting for the bus with J), he said he needed 3 dollars to buy his mother milk. =S Huh? When J &amp;amp; I said we did not have any small change, he quickly gave up &amp;amp; left though he did look frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, as I was walking to the bus stop yesterday, he approached me again. I'm guessing he couldn't remember that he had approached me before. He asked me, "Do you have 3 dollars?" I was kind of blur, so I looked at him with this blank look. He continued, "...for the bus". Hah! First, to buy milk for his mother, now for the bus?! Immediately I said, "Sorry, I don't have any coins". Again, he looked annoyed &amp;amp; left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even need 3 dollars to buy a bus ticket! Also...there are loads of people here who go around asking for money as if they are really in need but in actual fact, they use the money people give to buy cigarettes. One of my friends actually gave a guy some money because he said he needed to buy a bus ticket (I think...can't remember what for). Guess what, right in front of her eyes, that guy went to buy cigarettes! Wtf. &gt;( No way I'm going to contribute to the tobacco industry! Besides, he has legs &amp;amp; arms &amp;amp; is perfectly mobile. He can find a job if he really needs money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph...this guy actually scared the sh*t out of me once! I was standing quite a distance from the top of a very small flight of stairs just daydreaming, watching the cars go by. Suddenly a voice calling "excuse me...excuse me...." was heard! I turned around but could not see anyone. o.O Then, his head came into view as he was coming up that flight of stairs. Till this day I don't know why I did what I did but I turned around &amp;amp; actually RAN for my life towards the opposite direction! Even after reaching my unit safely, my heart was still pounding so hard against my chest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a week later, one of my friends who was staying in the same neighbourhood asked me to be careful as there's this guy who goes around asking for money. She asked me not to freak out. But it was too late! LOL I already freaked out! OMG. Anyway, I still think he's too lazy to earn himself money. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3135911823261920844?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3135911823261920844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3135911823261920844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3135911823261920844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3135911823261920844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/08/homeless-guy.html' title='Homeless guy (?)'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-9211236338346921874</id><published>2009-08-20T14:30:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:50:35.449+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Alive &amp; kicking</title><content type='html'>I've been missing for nearly 2 months now...LOL but I guess no one reads my blog anyway since nobody left a comment asking me for updates. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll try to blog more often from now on, even if it's just 1 or 2 lines. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I was at Priceline Pharmacy. As I was standing there, checking out the range of skincare products, from the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a woman inching her way towards my direction with her eyes fixed on the products on the shelves. She was clad in a thick black furry coat and skinny jeans. I thought she looked like some rich man's wife..very elegant &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt;. Then, she suddenly stopped &amp;amp; stood in front of me, oblivious to the fact that she was blocking half my view of the skincare products. That exact moment when annoyance crept up on me, I happened to inhale...&amp;amp; OMG! o.O I almost died there &amp;amp; then! It wasn't the smell of her perfume or hair spray that caused my heart to stop, nothing of that sort. Instead, the foul smell was similar to the smell of unwashed socks! Scrap similar, it smelt EXACTLY like someone hadn't been washing their socks for weeks or months! =.= The moment those smelly molecules reached my olfactory receptors, I swear I had this reflex to look down &amp;amp; check out what she was wearing on her feet. Ahh...she was wearing a pair of knee-high boots that were tightly wrapped around her skinny jeans! o.O I was 101% sure that smell came from there because we were the only ones standing in that aisle &amp;amp; I only smelt it the moment she stood there! I immediately left that pharmacy, forgetting what I went there for in the first place! I was desparate for fresh air! I almost lost my appetite. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://66.70.253.241/images/shop/stink_sneaker_coverLG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 350px;" src="http://66.70.253.241/images/shop/stink_sneaker_coverLG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Maybe not sneakers...boots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, yeah...there you go. An update from me after a loooooong break! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-9211236338346921874?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/9211236338346921874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=9211236338346921874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9211236338346921874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9211236338346921874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/08/alive-kicking.html' title='Alive &amp; kicking'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3382216015231237569</id><published>2009-05-26T11:59:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:16:41.862+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Very very quick update =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I'm taking a short break from my Advanced Research Methods assignment, I'd just type a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you may not know this: I used to keep a collection of wedding dresses in my computer, just simply because I love to admire them! &amp;amp; when my cousin sister got married, I was looking for wedding gowns too, sorta to help her get an idea of what she wants in a dress. So while searching, I saved quite a few too. But due to this stupid computer repair man (because I told him to not do anything before letting me know what the problem with the computer is) who deleted ALL my files from the computer, I lost ALL my pics, from 2004 up till 2006! I felt devastated...it felt like all my memories have been erased. Pictures from my high school graduation were gone too! Argh! Anyway, back to the topic. Yeah...so my wedding gown pics were deleted too (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while talking to GF on skype during dinner time, I had a sudden urge to look for wedding gowns online (or it could just be an excuse for not doing assignment =P). I came across 2 gowns that were quite simple &amp;amp; elegant, so I sent her th URLs &amp;amp; asked her to go have a look. This was how our conversation went:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me: Wei! I sent you a link...go check the dress out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;GF: OK OK...hmm...this one not bad. The model also quite flat-chested ma...so I think it wouldn't be a problem for you la to wear strapless dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me: What flat-chested?! The model is NOT flat-chested OK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;I sent her the 2nd link &amp;amp; asked her to go have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;GF: Erm...aiya, later I see la...I'm eating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me: Eeyer!! Why you like that wan?! Help me choose wedding dresses also don't want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;GF: ROTFL Wah...if really your wedding, I don't care if I'm eating lo, I sure help you choose wan! But this...LOL...Please la..not even your wedding! Choose what choose huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me: =.= I hate you!! Ish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember word for word la, but I think that's about what we actually said. ROTFL We're always so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&amp;amp; we proceeded to imagine scenes of us going to pick out wedding dresses when my husband-to-be happens to be busy with his work. XD Damn funny...This is how we imagine it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(H is my husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;H: Hey darling, sorry I'm hooked up with some business at work. Is it OK if you go pick the wedding dress yourself? I'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me: Oh! Busy?! No no no no...it's fine! I'll just go pick out the dress with GF! Have fun at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(calles GF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me: Wei!!!! H is busy at work! Let's go shop for wedding dresses!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally random post. Now you see what assignments can do to a poor girl. T_T Help!! I hate assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3382216015231237569?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3382216015231237569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3382216015231237569&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3382216015231237569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3382216015231237569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-very-quick-update-d.html' title='Very very quick update =D'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3471903117302478250</id><published>2009-05-23T22:58:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:00:52.364+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Will be back after 5th of June!</title><content type='html'>*SIGH* (I know L will scold me for sighing because according to him, sighing takes away all the happiness. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really really busy lately with assignments (I hate them!!)...can't wait to finish them &amp;amp; start studying. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to blog about but haven't gotten the time/mood to do it. So I'll do it after I've submitted ALL my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3471903117302478250?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3471903117302478250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3471903117302478250&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3471903117302478250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3471903117302478250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-be-back-after-5th-of-june.html' title='Will be back after 5th of June!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-5307984060818434849</id><published>2009-05-02T15:03:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:18:52.881+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloud 9 Moments'/><title type='text'>Not creative</title><content type='html'>I must admit that though I proclaim myself as a creative person, I might not be creative in certain aspects, eg. coming up with a post title. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...I'm so happy I feel like droplets of happiness are raining down on me! XD Ermm...I don't know where to start. My thoughts are all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue had been lingering on my mind for almost 3 weeks now since that incident &amp;amp; every time I think of it, I'd experience palpitations &amp;amp; sweaty palms (or they could be due to a combination of factors, such as meeting deadlines etc.). LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the end of March, I was chatting with my HK classmate, A, on MSN. I owed her AUD191 for textbooks because I forgot to transfer money into my freedom account. =S Usually I'd return my friends their money via online transaction if it's a big amount because the thought of carrying a lot of cash in my wallet kind of scares me. So I asked for her account no. through MSN, which I've done a million times! I copied &amp;amp; pasted the account no. in the blank space that says "Payee's Account Number" &amp;amp; hit the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transfer&lt;/span&gt; button. Done! Or at least that was what I thought. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later (beginning of April), A said that she hasn't received the transaction. o.O WHAT?! How is that possible?! After checking with her the account no. once again, she said that wasn't her account no.! Like...wtf! Then whose account the hell did I transfer the money to?! Ahhhhh! AUD191 is not a small amount of money! It's like almost RM500! =.= I had to rush to the city, run back &amp;amp; forth between BankSA &amp;amp; Commonwealth Bank (A's bank), desparate to find a solution to the problem! Finally a staff at BankSA was really helpful, she helped me call the Internet Banking staff to explain my situation. When she passed the phone to me, the Internet Banking staff told me that it would take 4-6 weeks for the transaction to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P Today, I had a sudden compulsion to check how much I have left in my freedom student account &amp;amp; confusion came over me when I saw that the amount was more than it should be...because...obviously, I've been spending money from that account. =S A click on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transaction History&lt;/span&gt; button &amp;amp; I swore that I heard happy music playing in the background as if my life had a soundtrack! XD That 3 digits I've been waiting for for the past 1 month! AUD191! I was just talking to A yesterday about it &amp;amp; she told me to call up the Internet Banking staff to give them a push. I guess I don't have to now! Ahhh...Thank You, Lord! ^^ It seems like I didn't have to worry after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's 2nd of May...oh my how time flies! 3 more days to the much-dreaded day. Yest at OCF when K asked me what my birthday wish was, the only thought that came to mind was "going home". So I said "My wish would be being able to teleport myself home whenever I want". When J asked me what I'm planning for my birthday, I simply said "no plans", &amp;amp; she didn't believe me when I said that my 21st birthday is not a big deal. *sigh* Well, to be honest, it used to be. But now...it came too soon &amp;amp; at the wrong time too, when all my work is piling up. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my usual self, I love to think. While taking my shower a few days ago, I suddenly had a thought. How nice would it be if I could just disappear from the face of the Earth for one day (or maybe a few days)! If i had vanished into thin air, would anyone notice? Would anyone be thinking of me? Would anyone be bothering to look for me? Hmmm...I would love to try that one day, being able to just be in my own world. *dreams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that today's weather is just great?! It's so sunny! Ah...the sun makes me happy. =D Please please let this be the end of rainy + gloomy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self: Make the most out of the days you're here! Appreciate your friends here because they play a big part of your life here too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this is rather a wordy post. LOL oh well, I'll end this post with a picture I took last November when I had lunch at Pancake House with J2. Was drinking my banana malt shake when this appeared on the inside rim of the glass. When I showed this to J2, she said, "It could be a sign!" XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/Sfvk8hfemzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4RHmsQ9_PkI/s1600-h/true+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/Sfvk8hfemzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4RHmsQ9_PkI/s320/true+love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331106312356797234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Could this be a sign? XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/Sfvp335JGSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/CKsbc3cPn_A/s1600-h/yiros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/Sfvp335JGSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/CKsbc3cPn_A/s320/yiros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331111730028812578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me eating yiros at Glenelg in Sept 2007&lt;br /&gt;(When I still had super long &amp;amp; flat hair...hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/Sfw0ninGw_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/BdNSsYGWwmg/s1600-h/P1040723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/Sfw0ninGw_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/BdNSsYGWwmg/s320/P1040723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331193912810193906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KT &amp;amp; I camwhoring in her room (or rather on her bed) in Nov 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p/s: I know...after so long, finally a happy post! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-5307984060818434849?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/5307984060818434849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=5307984060818434849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5307984060818434849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5307984060818434849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-creative.html' title='Not creative'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/Sfvk8hfemzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4RHmsQ9_PkI/s72-c/true+love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-6175052316358937805</id><published>2009-04-28T15:40:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:07:12.194+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...I've been updating my blog so often lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess because lately I've been experiencing a whirlwind of emotions. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather is just perfect although still chilly. At least the sun has finally decided to show itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment is in good progress too I must say because I keep scaring myself with other deadlines &amp;amp; so I'm forced to just type &amp;amp; type although I haven't organised my thoughts well. I can always modify my essay when I'm done. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine, who is totally pro-Korean has recommended my friends &amp;amp; I heaps of Korean songs. I must say that they're really good &amp;amp; I'm hooked to many of them. Even play them repeatedly every day. A few days ago I was totally unmotivated to do anything, so I learnt how to sing part of a Korean song. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I really wanna thank God that He has blessed me with so much in life! Although sometimes I feel like giving up, He's just this little voice in me that tells me that I can do it &amp;amp; that everything will be OK because nothing can ever happen to me without His permission. He also blessed me with good friends whom I can talk to when I'm in need, friends who don't pass judgments. Since first year of uni, He has blessed me with E in my life. It must be His plan to have her in my life, because she's a great sister in Christ! Thanks to her, I renewed my faith. How I miss the days in Hosanna...when we would pray for each other, especially during exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..I have too much on my mind &amp;amp; I'm not really good with words so I'll leave this post as it is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song I'm totally addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XpQkYHFKSNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XpQkYHFKSNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the tune sounds so happy &amp;amp; lively, the lyrics is a bit sad...kinda. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-6175052316358937805?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/6175052316358937805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=6175052316358937805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6175052316358937805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6175052316358937805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know.html' title='I know...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3171053697808605510</id><published>2009-04-27T16:04:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:17:39.682+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>What can get more depressing than this?</title><content type='html'>My birthday is just around the corner but I totally dread it. I guess I'm just being in denial to the fact that I'm turning 21 &amp;amp; also because I've been disappointed with my birthday every year. So in order to not face any more disappointment, I shall just not celebrate it. =) Guys, I know many of you are reading this, I do not want anything for my birthday because you know I'm not looking for presents, I just want a meaningful birthday with people who mean something to me. I got this in my e-mail &amp;amp; I wish I could just teleport myself home this instant! Miss watching movies in the cinema back home. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SfVSaBOVFDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/E-3FsVzlicQ/s1600-h/free+movie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SfVSaBOVFDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/E-3FsVzlicQ/s320/free+movie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329256341021463602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A free movie ticket as a birthday present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/EELIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3171053697808605510?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3171053697808605510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3171053697808605510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3171053697808605510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3171053697808605510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-can-get-more-depressing-than-this.html' title='What can get more depressing than this?'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SfVSaBOVFDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/E-3FsVzlicQ/s72-c/free+movie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-2680461123069567788</id><published>2009-04-27T12:15:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:34:51.909+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Crazy weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahh...The weather these days is just so unpredictable to the extent that it's predictable!!! It's been raining a lot these days, which is rather rare for SA since SA is the driest continent (or state...whatever!). Well, SA needs rain but I hate it! It's killing me. The cold &amp;amp; the gloomy skies. Did I mention the cold?! Yes, For the first time in my life, I actually had my laptop sitting my lap while I do my work &amp;amp; facebook-ing because I just wanna hide under the covers to keep myself warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy, the weather I mean. It rains for half an hour &amp;amp; then the sun greets me with its rays streaming in my window, then it bids me goodby again followed by the gloomy skies &amp;amp; pouring rain. *SIGH* Please come back to me...You know I love you, you know I do. I'm so sorry for not appreciating you but now I know how important you are to me. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...you make me happy when skies are gray! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it goes again..the sun is up but I shall not rejoice too early just in case it decides to play hide-&amp;amp;-seek with me again. There goes my 2 weeks of teaching break. Uni is supposed to start today but today I don't have practical so I get a day off, which means I need to use the time for my assignment. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Come Back To Me&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Utada Hikaru&lt;/span&gt;, recommended by YL. &amp;amp; it totally suits the weather right now. LOL the 1st part of the lyrics go like this: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;The rain falls on my windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;And the coldness runs through my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;And the rain falls, oh the rain falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to fix myself some lunch &amp;amp; then gotta get to work! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-2680461123069567788?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/2680461123069567788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=2680461123069567788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2680461123069567788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2680461123069567788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-weather.html' title='Crazy weather'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3978478631500309658</id><published>2009-04-25T17:03:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:48:28.412+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad stuff'/><title type='text'>My wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I just wish I had a sister studying in Adelaide with me. Well, not church sisters kinda sisters....but biological sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I have quite a number of friends here who also have sisters here with them. M &amp;amp; G, KT &amp;amp; KR and P &amp;amp; C (well, that's like bro &amp;amp; sis...but still!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really good friends with M&amp;amp; G and KT &amp;amp; KR. So I kinda go out with them a lot. Somehow I can't help but feel a little...I don't know...sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I moved out from Hosanna in my 2nd year of uni, I've learnt to not depend on people whenever I feel like it. Whenever I feel like life is meaningless &amp;amp; feel like crying, I either suck it up &amp;amp; move on with life OR I just cry the hell out of myself and then move on with life...all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when I felt like the world has come to an end, I'd go to my hostel mates' rooms to forget all the negative thoughts, knowing that I'm not the only one going through all these. Of course I miss E the most. She was the 1st person I got to really know in Hosanna. We did almost everything together. We had supper together, meals, movie nights, even had our fair share of guy problems. Every day after class, I'd feel happy going "home", knowing everybody's there. I also miss those times when we had bible study on Sunday nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, I try asking God if I'm taking the path He wants to me take. I don't know...maybe I don't pay attention enough, somehow I still don't have the answers. But if He brings me to it, He'll bring me through it, right? So why does it feel so shitty right now? Even a rainy day makes me feel like snuggling under my blanket all day &amp;amp; cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Just called S to talk...feeling better now! Love being a girl! =P Thanks for talking to me although you were studying!! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3978478631500309658?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3978478631500309658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3978478631500309658&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3978478631500309658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3978478631500309658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-wish.html' title='My wish'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-145219812515529565</id><published>2009-04-23T10:08:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:32:48.525+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasies'/><title type='text'>My latest obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahhhh! I feel like a high school student all over again! =P After KT intro-ed to me this korean version of Meteor Garden, I totally got hooked to it! The guys (except for 1) are soooooooo cute! &amp;amp; I thought I was over all these korean craze. Boy, I was wrong. I can never grow out of it! Oh yeah, it's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Boys Over Flowers&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Boys Before Flowers&lt;/span&gt;. So far, the korean version is the best! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only watched like 3 episodes because I dare not download too much in case my internet quota finishes before end of the month! Plus, I have work to do so I can't possibly get myself MORE hooked to it! *sigh* Gonna get the complete series from a friend who has it! But...=( Don't think I'll watch it until I finish all my assignments at the end of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: If only high school was this happening! *screams* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some eye candy! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/2897/103649000001ae0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 556px;" src="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/2897/103649000001ae0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ilaizaiah.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/boys-over-flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 295px;" src="http://ilaizaiah.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/boys-over-flower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/boysoverflowers-090206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 273px;" src="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/boysoverflowers-090206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not forgetting the soundtrack! It's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Because I'm Stupid&lt;/span&gt;. I've been playing this song for over a 100 times in a day! The song is just so sad...it's sung by the guy on the far right in the pic above &amp;amp; his group. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v62VRqYQI5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v62VRqYQI5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the guy in the middle in the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-145219812515529565?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/145219812515529565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=145219812515529565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/145219812515529565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/145219812515529565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-latest-obsession.html' title='My latest obsession'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-5333612182263648246</id><published>2009-04-17T13:34:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:47:37.661+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Why is it that...</title><content type='html'>...everytime I tell someone I'm studying Psychology, they'll either go "WAH!" or "o.O" ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-5333612182263648246?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/5333612182263648246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=5333612182263648246&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5333612182263648246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5333612182263648246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-it-that.html' title='Why is it that...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3128600507006312304</id><published>2009-04-15T21:28:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:19:52.922+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Hello world! *warning* super long post ahead!</title><content type='html'>I've been MIA due to a series of events that have happened in the last week. In conjunction with the last post entitled "Monday Morning", I was to type a post entitled "Tuesday Morning" because something happened that morning (obviously!) but I kept putting it off till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tuesday 7th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early as usual. Went to the kitchen to cook some rolled oats. Did I mention that the bananas here are so unpredictable? LOL I mean, I bought some unripe bananas &amp;amp; to make sure they last longer, I put them into the fridge to slow the ripening process. I thought it was about time I ate them because they've been in the fridge for more than a week. That morning I decided to eat them with rolled oats BUT when I peeled one of the bananas, it was still not ripe! Did I tell you that I absolutely hate eating unripe bananas?! Besides the fact that they're not sweet, I hate the texture of an unripe banana. *sigh* So I thought I'd put my new jar of honey into good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the kitchen cupboard (where we keep our food supply) &amp;amp; reached for my jar of honey. I had a lot on my mind then, one of them being the arrival of 2 of my primary school mates the next day. I was quite excited as I didn't expect time to fly by so fast! I turned to J while still reaching for the honey, &amp;amp; said, "oh my gosh...I can't believe that (my friends will be arriving tomorrow)" [Just so you know, I didn't manage to finish the words in brackets] Just that split second, I heard a loud piercing crash. I looked down &amp;amp; there it was - that bottle of fried onions my mom made for me to bring back to Adelaide had fallen &amp;amp; broken into smithereens at my feet. I was stunned for a moment. It almost felt like my heart, too, had broken into pieces. I was angry with myself there &amp;amp; then. Why did I put the bottle so near to the edge of the shelf?! Why didn't I focus on just reaching for that damn honey?! I had no one but myself to blame. =( Since Feb until that Tuesday morning, I've only used the fried onions twice. TWICE!! Oh, I really wanted to cry. It was like the only thing I had of mommy. Well, maybe not, since I have a bottle of fried garlic...but still...that bottle of fried onions was a symbol of mommy's love &amp;amp; effort. I still remember her chopping onions &amp;amp; frying them just a few days before I left Penang. ='( What a way to start my day. Was in a bad mood after that. Even the oats didn't taste as good as usual. Wanted to talk to mommy so badly. I did, eventually. &amp;amp; it made my day. The conversation was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mommy!!! I'm soooo sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, why?! What happened?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *SIGH* This morning when I was reaching for my jar of honey inside the cupboard, I accidentally broke the bottle of fried onions when it fell onto the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: Oh...I thought what pulak?! See la? You treat it so preciously, now the floor gets to eat it...haha...Nevermind la, I'll make another bottle for you, you can try asking your friend to bring it back for you in July if any of them comes back to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH! Yeah hoh?! OK! I'll ask my friend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt better instantly! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wednesday 8th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I've been waiting for! I guess the reason I was so excited was I don't think any of my friends, in their right state of mind, would ever visit Adelaide! Besides that, it was the company that I looked forward to. At least I'd have people whom I'm familiar with around. That afternoon, I met up with JM after lecture to get my "present" (hehe~) &amp;amp; we had chicken rice at the Penang Hawker Centre. It's always good to have lunch with JM because we always share a meal + she's very funny. =D L &amp;amp; S have already reached Adelaide but they were at Glenelg, so I thought I'd go home &amp;amp; rest first before going out with them for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXKCEpkJ_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/nGmY_jwJicw/s1600-h/sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXKCEpkJ_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/nGmY_jwJicw/s320/sunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324884271392106482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took this while waiting for the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super excited to have good company &amp;amp; good food! We settled for Italian food at Brunelli on Rundle Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXGU4kdunI/AAAAAAAAAes/BICt5bqTgFM/s1600-h/brunelli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXGU4kdunI/AAAAAAAAAes/BICt5bqTgFM/s320/brunelli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324880196520491634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Us at Brunelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spaghetti was yummy but the pizza was just so-so. Nonetheless, we had a great time catching up. Ermm...I think I'd give L &amp;amp; S a short introduction. Haha. I was in the same class with L for 3 years from Standard 1. As for S, I was in the same primary &amp;amp; high school with her but we weren't close. I had neutral feelings towards her. I lost contact with L since primary school because he (oh, forgot to mention it's a he) went to a boys' school after that. We only met again in Feb 2007, before I came to Adelaide. After that, I met him again in December 2008 (wait, or was it in January 2009?). The amazing thing is that though L &amp;amp; I haven't seen/talked to each other for so long, we instantly clicked when we met up in 2007. Was &amp;amp; still am glad that we keep in touch since then. =) S was being her usual talkative self. It was good...no awkward moments, besides all 4 "girls" were from the same school so we had LOADS to talk about. From mutual friends to mutual friends' boyfriends to our own ideal boyfriends. LOL Ahhh...Been deprived of girl talk for ages! We continued our girly chat (with a guy around...haha) at Chocolate Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXGVJYZ80I/AAAAAAAAAe8/-8euJ-TX_-I/s1600-h/chocolate+filth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXGVJYZ80I/AAAAAAAAAe8/-8euJ-TX_-I/s320/chocolate+filth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324880201033315138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shared Chocolate Filth @ Chocolate Bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent hours there. I wished that time could just standstill. Caught a bus home at 12:05am with L. Oh, L stayed over at my place. Come to think of it, I was a really bad host. I had my guest sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor. He was on a holiday &amp;amp; he had to sleep on a hard floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Thursday 9th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...Thursday morning was a busy one! My cousin had his friend bring back supplements from Penang for me &amp;amp; I was supposed to get to his restaurant to collect it. I woke up early but was wasting my time away. Saw GF online on skype, ended up talking for almost an hour. Realised it was late, so we hung up. I rushed to the city to catch a bus to Glen Osmond, where the restaurant was located, then right after collecting my stuff, I caught a bus back to the city &amp;amp; then and another bus back to Magill (where my campus is &amp;amp; where I stay), all of that in 2 hours! Reached Magill in time for my 1pm class! I was exhausted when I reached Magill. Finished class at 4pm that day. Met up with S, L, KT &amp;amp; sis for dinner! This time we had dinner at a Korean restaurant on Leigh Street. Funny how we ended up ordering 2 beef dishes &amp;amp; 2 pork dishes. There seemed to be endless topics when we're together. I fell asleep while we were watching Spirited Away as I've watched it before &amp;amp; I had a loooong day. Managed to wake up for the ending. LOL That night L &amp;amp; I caught the 12:05am bus back home for the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friday 10th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..Easter holidays are finally here! But I had an online test that day, so I had to re-revise the stuff I already revised to refresh my memory before taking the test. That morning, L &amp;amp; S had gone to Victor Harbour. While doing my revision, GF came online on skype! LOL Yeah yeah, ended up talking to her for 4 hours. XD Even talked to her while having lunch. We always have so much to talk about it's unbelievable! Then again almost dinner time, I caught up with S, L, KT &amp;amp; sis for dinner, this time at Pancake House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXKB7fmN2I/AAAAAAAAAfc/cl2DJiN5l9Y/s1600-h/forgot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXKB7fmN2I/AAAAAAAAAfc/cl2DJiN5l9Y/s320/forgot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324884268934379362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't remember what this is called =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXKB0VCNsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q_AIXk2Nkio/s1600-h/Dutch+Choc+pancakes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXKB0VCNsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q_AIXk2Nkio/s320/Dutch+Choc+pancakes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324884267011028674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dutch chocolate pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeZyMxjQo0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Ob8_NqxCw-w/s1600-h/cajun+chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeZyMxjQo0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Ob8_NqxCw-w/s320/cajun+chicken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325069173197415234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cajun chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that all of us crashed at KT &amp;amp; sis's place. I fell almost fell asleep watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Howl's Moving House&lt;/span&gt;. Managed to keep myself awake by noticing lame stuff with S (Eg. how ugly the guy's earrings were). XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Saturday 11th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I've been dreading since 8th of April. Yes, the departure of S &amp;amp; L. I totally hate goodbyes. I know I can still meet them in Penang, but I have to wait for ages to do that.  Besides, their departure also means that I'd have to face reality (start on assignments), which makes it even more depressing. Today L &amp;amp; I were awake at the same time, so we decided to take a walk to my campus, which is just 5 mins walk away. OMG, that day was so hot, both of us were desparately looking for a shed to stand under. XP As L didn't have any plans before 11:30am, we decided to catch an earlier bus to the city to walk around &amp;amp; talk. After gathering at KT's place, we went to have lunch at Billy Baxter's!&lt;br /&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXKCKJT6OI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HgEI37u6xiU/s1600-h/hot+choc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXKCKJT6OI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HgEI37u6xiU/s320/hot+choc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324884272867436770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied S &amp;amp; L to the airport. Upon arrival, S found out her flight had been delayed to the same time as L's. LOL Another opportunity to sit down &amp;amp; talk! We got ourselves a Hudson's each &amp;amp; made ourselves comfortable on the sofas provided. *fast forward* Time for them to board. Oh how I hated that moment! Hugged them goodbye &amp;amp; as I was walking towards where were came from, I turned around &amp;amp; saw both of them following from behind. Eh? They realised that the bag of Haigh's Chocolates S was holding onto was gone! I think if someone was there with a camcorder recording it, it'd be a funny video to watch. We were all so 惊慌失措! But good thing L asked the staff at the checkpoint &amp;amp; they took the bag of chocolates out from one of the drawers. =D S was super relieved, after thanking the staff, we hugged goodbye once more &amp;amp; I didn't dare turn back this time, in fear I might just breakdown in front of all the people at the airport. =/ Hah...but guess what?! I didn't cry, though I was the only person on the bus. I just thought that I should count my blessings that I still keep in touch with my primary school friends! ^^ Aren't you guys just proud of me? LOL I think positive for once. Had yummy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tom yam&lt;/span&gt; for dinner at KT's place. That night...I caught the bus home alone...it felt very different...like something missing...but, I guess life's like this. Sometimes you just have to be alone to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sunday 12th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I just got sucked into a deep black hole. Reality hit me on the head, real HARD. I was all alone again. No more L sleeping in the sleeping bag on the floor. No more having to tip-toe into the bathroom. Everything was just how it was before. A little weird I must say. Anyway, life is full of separations. So yeah..life goes on. I got out of bed...cooked some oats...washed some grapes...added them to the cooked oats...was eating them in front of my computer...when suddenly, I felt that familiar pain. I decided to ignore it &amp;amp; continued eating my oats but the pain got worse &amp;amp; worse. Argh! Bed...all I need is a nap &amp;amp; the pain would just go away, like it always does. After napping for an hour, the pain was gone...but I've already missed my bus to church. So I decided to stay home, which I am thankful for because the pain came back after lunch! By now you should have guessed what it was. Yes, the time of the month. *SIGH* No sweat right? Everytime I take naps, eat/drink warm stuff, keep myself warm etc. the pain just subsides. With the hormonal imbalance, pain &amp;amp; the departure the day before, I broke down...cried myself to sleep. Especially at times like these I miss home so much! Everything just didn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Monday 13th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling like a truck just rammed over me. Almost felt like a hangover (well, I'm just guessing hangovers feel like that...never had one). Talked to my parents after breakfast, thinking that my menstrual cramps episode was over. Little did I know, there was something  in store for me...For the whole of Monday, I had diarrhea! Argh! Into the bathroom, out of the bathroom, in again...out. I felt so drained &amp;amp; weak. Those who say they love diarrhea because they wanna lose weight, I tell you this - You'd probably die before you achieve your ideal weight. I kid you not. Did you know that if you're a pregnant woman, you could have a miscarriage if you experience serious diarrhea?! Stop &amp;amp; think for a second. I stayed in bed the whole day, only got out of bed when I needed to you-know-what. =.= Had oats &amp;amp; crackers for lunch. It tasted so bland I felt like puking. Was my turn to cook fish so I thought, "I'll cook fish porridge...love it when mommy cooks it". Called my mom to ask her how to cook etc. Well, needless to say...I think the fish porridge I cooked just tasted horrible/terrible (couldn't decide on which adjective is worse). It was hard to cover the fishy smell &amp;amp; I think I marinated the fish with too much soy sauce. It tasted soooo salty I gagged at every mouthful. =S Being sick is already bad enough, having to take care of everything when you're sick is even worse! I really really felt like crying there &amp;amp; then! Now I understand what Karen Cheng meant by &lt;a href="http://www.karencheng.com.au/2009/01/30/making-baby-3-pregnancy-week-18-depression/"&gt;The Hormonal Illness&lt;/a&gt;, it's just that the only difference is I'm not pregnant. Hah..Imagine what it'd be like if I was pregnant! From Friday till Monday, I've laughed &amp;amp; cried countless times. I cried while watching a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fblushstar1988.blogspot.com%2F2009_04_08_archive.html&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; PQ posted on her blog in conjunction with the post on Imperfectness Made Perfect; also cried while watching a video J sent me thru e-mail on how people from some parts of the world eat food scraps of people from other parts of the world; cried again reading a &lt;a href="http://www.richardtanblog.com/2008/09/my-big-mistake.html"&gt;blog post XC recommended&lt;/a&gt;. I nearly laughed a** off when I watched a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/video/video.php?v=81880278625&amp;amp;comments"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; (not sure if you can open it) one of my primary school mates recorded &amp;amp; posted on Facebook; I also laughed when I opened YY's forwarded e-mail entitled Naughty Banana &amp;amp; saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://co119w.col119.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&amp;amp;messageId=cb0b5659-cc89-435b-a23d-724c818f805d&amp;amp;Aux=44%7C0%7C8CB8A0E12043ED0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 335px;" src="http://co119w.col119.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&amp;amp;messageId=cb0b5659-cc89-435b-a23d-724c818f805d&amp;amp;Aux=44%7C0%7C8CB8A0E12043ED0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tuesday 14th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...nothing much happened on that day. Thank God the number of times I needed to go to the bathroom reduced dramatically. LOL Went out to buy some "sick food" supply. Cooked chicken porridge that night. Yummy! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXGVAYo4NI/AAAAAAAAAe0/g7qSXTE7S9Q/s1600-h/chicken+porridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXGVAYo4NI/AAAAAAAAAe0/g7qSXTE7S9Q/s320/chicken+porridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324880198618374354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken porridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I started typing this post on Sunday night &amp;amp; finally finished now. phew! That was a looooong post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3128600507006312304?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3128600507006312304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3128600507006312304&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3128600507006312304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3128600507006312304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-world-warning-super-long-post.html' title='Hello world! *warning* super long post ahead!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SeXKCEpkJ_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/nGmY_jwJicw/s72-c/sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-2406371202782145096</id><published>2009-03-30T10:25:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:29:05.242+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What can I say about my Monday morning? It's supposed to be great but I've gotta study for a test &amp;amp; catch up on Advanced Research Methods (I'm so clueless!). Blah! I think it's becoming a habit of mine that if I do not have classes on a particular day, I would always start my day off talking to someone, be it GF or parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling really exhausted &amp;amp; I didn't know why. While having my breakfast, snapshots of my nightmare came flooding back into my mind &amp;amp; I realised that it was the nightmare that disrupted my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YL told me that he would be coming to Adelaide during Easter holidays on msn. I was very excited as I wouldn't be so sien during holidays so I was very looking forward to it. Mana tau, cause I chatted with him before I went to bed. I dreamt that he has arrived in Adelaide &amp;amp; the 1st place I took him to was the museum. =.= But...in the dream, the museum looked totally different from the real one. Weirdly, we were the only ones in the museum (not including the guards). There were super creepy monuments &amp;amp; paintings &amp;amp; everything seemed to come to live (if you're imagining something like Night at the Museum, you're so wrong!! It was disturbingly creepy). Even the security guards were weird!! They seemed to be some kind of zombies. Before I could make out the details, YL &amp;amp; I were running...trying to find our way out the museum but we were trapped. As usual, I couldn't wake up because I was stuck in the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kind of lazy to describe the details. The thing is, the details were quite blurry too. =S Or...it could be due to studying Abnormal Psychology. Did you know that in the late 19th century, people bought tickets to view mentally ill patients as a form of entertainment? Sick right?! Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-2406371202782145096?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/2406371202782145096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=2406371202782145096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2406371202782145096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2406371202782145096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-morning.html' title='Monday Morning'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7666541905381149081</id><published>2009-03-26T10:37:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:55:29.026+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>What a way to start my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Argh! This is soooo frustrating! I've been having problems enrolling for a submajor course in the 2nd period for a month now! My e-mails have been referred to several people &amp;amp; yet my problem is not solved. Why? Because the last person who received my e-mail just simply stopped replying me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I thought that enough is enough! I need to solve this problem soon before history repeats itself (like last year) so I personally went to the school office to find someone who could help me. There was a tinge of hope in me. I felt optimistic again. Was hoping that this problem would be solved by the end of this week so that I could arrange the timetable of my 2nd semester. The school office staff made an appointment for me to meet another staff whom she thought could help me. Although I didn't have class the next morning in the city, I agreed to the time because I was desparate for the problem to be solved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sacrificed a few hours of sleep so that I could get to the city on time for the appointment. Guess what happened next? No prize for the correct answer. *rolls eyes* Not only she couldn't help (not that I blame her, she was new to her job), she referred me to one of the people who has stopped replying my e-mails! Argh! When I went to that person, she gave me this really arrogant face &amp;amp; reply. I soooo wanted to kill myself there &amp;amp; then. She asked me to drop her an e-mail because she didn't have time to talk &amp;amp; because my problem &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;doesn't need to be solved immediately&lt;/span&gt;. Those were her exact words! WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know what happened last year. Beginning of last year I had problems enrolling in one of the courses for 2nd semester too. So I started e-mailing &amp;amp; looking for my school staff regarding my problem. As usual, e-mails were forwarded here &amp;amp; there, to this &amp;amp; that person....&amp;amp; they just simply stopped replying me e-mail (probably unable to solve my problem). Period. I got so fed up of e-mailing people because I was also stressed out with my assignments &amp;amp; tests at the same time. Hence, I told myself "take one step at a time". I left it as that. Before my 2nd semester started, I started looking for help again...However, all my effort was in vain. Again, I was so stressed about it I went looking for my Psychology support officer &amp;amp; guess what?! She indirectly accused me of not solving the problem in 1st semester! &gt;( I felt so pissed because when I looked for her in 1st semester, she told me, "Well, this is a study period 5 (2nd sem) problem, so you still have a long way to go". ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously sick of running around (literally) hoping someone would just be kind enough to settle the problem once &amp;amp; for all. I'm happy, they're happy...right?! Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7666541905381149081?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7666541905381149081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7666541905381149081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7666541905381149081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7666541905381149081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-way-to-start-my-day.html' title='What a way to start my day'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-1118943546558262146</id><published>2009-03-25T16:07:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:47:30.268+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Extraordinary start to a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, not exactly EXTRAordinary...but it was out of ordinary alright! For the 1st time in almost 3 years in Adelaide...guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I OVERSLEPT &amp;amp; WAS ALMOST LATE FOR CLASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know for most people, oversleeping is like a daily "routine"...but it's rather unusual for me. Since I came to Adelaide, I am able to wake up on time to have breakfast &amp;amp; prepare for my classes. Oversleeping was totally out of the question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what happened this morning was this: I was having a dream...a rather weird dream. I'm not sure why I've been having weird dreams again lately, never used to have dreams when I'm back home. Right, where was I? I was having a dream about stormy seas &amp;amp; scary sea creatures. Wasn't too sure if I was alone, stranded in the middle of the sea. Someone was there with me but I couldn't recall who. So, when my alarm clock rang, my hand had a mind of its own &amp;amp; decided that it should press on the "snooze" button. I lost count of how many times I actually pressed on the "snooze" button. I wanted to get back into my dream to see what the ending would be like. You could say that I was actually "stuck" in the dream, trying to find my way out. However, something miraculous happened, I suddenly opened my eyes to check on the time. When I saw that the time was already 9:56am, my eyes opened 10 times wider than their  original sizes!!!! My class was at 10am (but usually the uni gives 10 mins allowance, so lectures start at 10:10am). I literally jumped out of bed, put a cup of milk into the microwave, changed into t-shirt &amp;amp; jeans, applied face moisturiser &amp;amp; sunscreen on both arms, put my stationery case into my bag, combed my hair (y did I even bother combing?!), gulped down my milk with 2.5 teaspoons of Milo, peed &amp;amp; I was out of the apartment! Fortunately the lecture was in Magill (5 mins from where I stay)! I arrived for lecture feeling hot &amp;amp; sweaty. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon on the way home from my city campus, an old man sat next to me. If you're imganing a weak &amp;amp; frail old man, you're wrong. He was old but strong, big &amp;amp; healthy. Get my drift? Anyway, I don't know for whatever reason, I looked down &amp;amp; saw one of his sports shoes, I went o.O I thought that was my foot because he was wearing the same brand &amp;amp; design. So I moved my foot &amp;amp; see if that shoe moved too. LOL He felt me fidgeting so I looked up &amp;amp; said to him "We're wearing the same shoes". &amp;amp; from that point onwards, our conversation started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: So, are you working or studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, working. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: What are you studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: Good fun. (I mistook that for "Where're you from")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: Haha...I just said good fun &amp;amp; you said Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Sorry...I thought you were asking me where I'm from. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: It's alright...It was just kind of funny. Malaysia...good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this guy is doing software engineering. Still very alert, mind you. LOL He was going on &amp;amp; on about his children...seemed like he's very proud of them. =) So his son just got his PhD in ermm...mathematics &amp;amp; had been working in the US for dunno-how-long. On the other hand, his daughter has masters in...omg, i forgot adee. =S Anyway, yeah, he told me that he took the bus to the city to just get a book. Wow! I mean, old people back home don't do that. He said something along the lines of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;you can never stop learning&lt;/span&gt;". Very inspiring indeed. When I told him that I love learning, but dislike to be assessed (eg. taking exams etc.), he told me something that made me go o.O again. He said, "Well, when you think of it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;u're constantly being assessed&lt;/span&gt;. In your workplace, you'll be assessed by your boss, colleagues &amp;amp; people around you." *speechless* It's true what he said &amp;amp; I suppose that doesn't stop us from becoming who we want to be &amp;amp; what we wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...bus rides ain't that bad after all...when I don't doze off &amp;amp; knock my head against the window. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is not something that happened today but I thought it was quite interesting. I have a class/coursemate who is 22 this year &amp;amp; has been engaged for a few years now. I find that totally bizarre! Like...I'm turning 21 this year, &amp;amp; I can't even get over homesickness &amp;amp; staying on my own, living independently, coping with stress etc. &amp;amp; this girl...she's been staying with her fiance's parents while her parents are staying in Perth. o.O I mean...staying with your fiance's parents?! It's like they're already married! I so cannot imagine myself as being engaged &amp;amp; still studying. Na-ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Did I mention that I totally miss the love of my life?! The other day I was on webcam with my cousins &amp;amp; aunts on Skype...and there he was...oh-so-cute-&amp;amp;-adorable!! Felt like cuddling &amp;amp; squeezing him in my arms. When I heard his voice, my heart totally melted...I was totally speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-1118943546558262146?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/1118943546558262146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=1118943546558262146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1118943546558262146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1118943546558262146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/extraordinary-start-to-day.html' title='Extraordinary start to a day'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4264960620338369677</id><published>2009-03-24T21:34:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:21:25.839+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>WHAT IS WRONG WITH U PEOPLE?!</title><content type='html'>This is related to the previous post as you can see...I blogged TWICE in a day because people just refuse to understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to find out about his news from a friend, another friend had to make my blood boil. So, I feel like an idiot, a fool, a clown, (insert whatever nouns that describe someone who's living in their own ideal world thinking that everyone is their friend, not even knowing that maybe they're laughing at them behind your back)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think that I'm starting to form strong bonds with people, people just disappoint me to the core! Seriously! Why is it that I'm always the last to find out things?! I think you guys think I'd be sad and drown myself in tears or something but guess what?! I'm only weak if I let myself be. I'm tough OK?! I can take whatever you throw at me...I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think news like THAT can break me apart?! Yeah, I admit that I almost cried when I found out BUT it's not like it's end of the world. I'll get over it...faster than you know. Believe it or not, I have already moved on. I'm so disappointed I don't know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry I feel like crying to let out all of my anger! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4264960620338369677?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4264960620338369677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4264960620338369677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-wrong-with-u-people.html' title='WHAT IS WRONG WITH U PEOPLE?!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-5826550772663747022</id><published>2009-03-24T12:41:00.010+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:39:33.265+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Who am I to you?</title><content type='html'>Obviously you don't treat me as a friend like you said you do. Friends tell friends stuff...even though you might think that it's unnecessary. But...finding out stuff from another friend is like a slap in the face. Even though so many times I've asked you about how you feel, you always laugh &amp;amp; say "There's nothing wrong" or "Why do you keep asking me this?" I guess I knew you too well, I know that deep inside you have something against me. You make peace with me because you're forced to by your friends. I have known all along that you do not want to have anything to do with me. I should've trusted my instincts &amp;amp; avoided you but part of me thinks that I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was having my lunch - Tuna sandwich with cheese + avocado - &amp;amp; I decided to catch up with a friend on Skype. As usual, I wanted to know what's happening back in Penang &amp;amp; with our mutual friends. Well, I was right all along...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he's finally attached&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out myself weeks ago, I was at my uni computer pool. Though the attachment hasn't been confirmed, I walked to my lecture room, trying to hold back the tears. I knew that it was really THE time to move on. The pieces to a puzzle have already arranged in place. No matter how you rearrange, the pieces wouldn't fit as perfectly. It took almost a week for me to slowly accept that fact. When I finally recovered from the heartache, I scolded myself for acting the way I did. It was all because of my selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my reaction was totally different from when I first found out. I didn't feel anything. I just felt a little angry because when I talked to him a few weeks ago, I asked him if there's anything he wanted to tell me but he said no, which was kind of expected. I don't know what to say anymore. All I can do is to congratulate u on ur attachment &amp;amp; I hope that when my time comes, you'll do the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-5826550772663747022?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5826550772663747022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5826550772663747022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-am-i-to-you.html' title='Who am I to you?'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-1942410609746673848</id><published>2009-03-22T16:31:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:04:32.528+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>She's the man</title><content type='html'>First of all, this blog post has absolutely nothing to do with the movie "She's the Man". I just couldn't think of a decent post title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been meaning to blog about my 2nd week of uni but I change my mind since I lost the magic moment to blog adee. LOL &amp;amp; I realised that I haven't blogged about my February. So...yup, this post is about what I did in February, before I came back to Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, looking through the pics I took in February won't stimulate my tear glands, causing a massive downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1st February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the 1st day of February, the whole family went out for dinner @ Manila Place on a Sunday night because brother was gonna leave on Wednesday that week. It was also the 1st time having dinner out as a whole family since my brother came back for 3 weeks. Usually we would have dinner at home. It was really great...finally the 4 of us reunited. No more feeling like an only child XP However, bro was leaving soon &amp;amp; I was gonna leave 11 days after that. Argh...I totally hate having a concoction of emotions. *bleh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZ0XDTgbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hhQe0HpHkUg/s1600-h/pasta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZ0XDTgbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hhQe0HpHkUg/s320/pasta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315894428745040306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;4th February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Sue's departure, us Disted girls (of a different group) decided to have 1 last hangout @ Gurney Plaza. We got to catch up over lunch &amp;amp; express our feelings about leaving Penang. It was all good...At least I know that there are people out there who truly know how I feel. =) They are the people whom I hung out more during the summer holidays &amp;amp; I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZz_GlxSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/eDfYZTc0LHI/s1600-h/nando%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZz_GlxSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/eDfYZTc0LHI/s320/nando%27s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315894422316369186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;5th February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I dunno where to start with this one. LOL I first got to "know" HY during CNY in 2008. Didn't really talk much to her as I felt a lil strange being around C's friends. Funny thing was, I mentioned to C that I was a little intimidated by HY &amp;amp; what do u know?! He asked HY &amp;amp; YY out in December to have dinner together with us &amp;amp; *zap* I dunno what happened along the way. I started going out with them more &amp;amp; when YY went back to study in Perlis, HY &amp;amp; I met up for a movie - Underworld 3. We had a gr8 time watching the movie &amp;amp; having lunch at Kim Gary after that. I guess 1st impressions aren't always accurate. ;) Good thing C asked them out for dinner in December. If not for him, I wouldn't have gotten to know a new friend, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZVb9PMOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tBEGvU72QWM/s1600-h/HY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZVb9PMOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tBEGvU72QWM/s320/HY.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315893897485824226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;7th February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy went back to Singapore with his grandparents (my aunt + uncle). ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;10th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Since I got to know KT in 1999, we've been kinda close ever since. By close I mean, talking about anything in the world with each other. &amp;amp; of course when I found out that she was coming to study in Adelaide, I could not express how thrilled I was! Having someone you know for aeons here is definitely the best thing in the world! So we hung out alot in Adelaide, mostly during the holidays though. I'm not sure if I've blogged about this before. One time, when we went hiking at the Botanical Gardens, I almost died. I shall save that for another day. XD Anyway, we've been planning to go hiking for ages so I decided to just go ahead with the plan before I came back to Adelaide (she left almost a week after I did). Hehe...That's us...hiking &amp;amp; camwhoring along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXaI7LvrrI/AAAAAAAAAec/USkM-hBoawM/s1600-h/youthpark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXaI7LvrrI/AAAAAAAAAec/USkM-hBoawM/s320/youthpark.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315894782041501362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;14th February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that every couple (or rather just the girls with bfs) has been waiting for. Well, since my friends &amp;amp; I are still single, we thought why not celebrate it among ourselves?! Ruth, YF &amp;amp; I headed to the Northam Beach Cafe for our dinner. Hmmm...I think we had ikan panggang, lasagne (with soup &amp;amp; dessert [omg the dessert!!]), muar chee...omg I can't remember! =S All I remember is that the food was yummy &amp;amp; we left with filled stomachs. LOL Happy Belated Valentine's Day girls! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXaIutKHzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3qKVrL15_FY/s1600-h/v-day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXaIutKHzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3qKVrL15_FY/s320/v-day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315894778691985202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;15th February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After planning for sooo long, SM, XY &amp;amp; I finally met up! Too bad HN &amp;amp; SH couldn't make it though. =( We first became close in...let's see...2004. We were in the same group doing the SPM Additional Mathematics project. &amp;amp; the rest is history. XD I'm always glad that I get to keep in touch with old friends because nothing compares to them! Well, not that new friends are not good, it's just that old friends have known you longer &amp;amp; have probably been through a lot with u in those years that u've been friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXaIoTyzXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ntMfkKawuRM/s1600-h/XYSM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXaIoTyzXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ntMfkKawuRM/s320/XYSM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315894776974986610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;18th February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before my dreaded day. Despite having to leave the next day, Shaun, Ruth &amp;amp; I met up for lunch at Kim Gary. &amp;amp; after that, we headed to PAH to visit Pras who has been admitted there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZVgqQQwI/AAAAAAAAAds/w7eODyKEs9g/s1600-h/kimgary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZVgqQQwI/AAAAAAAAAds/w7eODyKEs9g/s320/kimgary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315893898748379906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pras, with Shaun Jr. Shaun made while waiting to visit her. LOL&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZ0Sw8ndI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UOhP2xxiuZc/s1600-h/pras.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZ0Sw8ndI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UOhP2xxiuZc/s320/pras.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315894427594300882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19th February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun even know what to "say" here. I was dreading this day for almost a week even though I knew I had to face reality. Well...let's just say I managed to put up a brave front &amp;amp; held back the tears that have been desparate to flow. Besides, for the first time in 2 years (1st time not counted as mom went to Adelaide with me), I had a friend to keep me company during the flight. So it wasn't that bad...until I reached Adelaide &amp;amp; stepped into my room of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZVNHSQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/lF-LeiteIVc/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZVNHSQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/lF-LeiteIVc/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315893893501436882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go, this is a post on what I did in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-1942410609746673848?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/1942410609746673848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=1942410609746673848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1942410609746673848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1942410609746673848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-man.html' title='She&apos;s the man'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/ScXZ0XDTgbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hhQe0HpHkUg/s72-c/pasta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-9028723530683440437</id><published>2009-03-15T17:42:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:16:48.407+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentality'/><title type='text'>She's unsure...</title><content type='html'>...if this has become a really bad habit or is a result of classical conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is supposed to be a source of comfort for her. A place where she doesn't have to worry about anything. A place where she can feel most at peace, knowing that her family &amp;amp; friends would always be there, providing her all the love &amp;amp; care that she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, why is it that those tears of hers would automatically run down her cheeks when she looks at pictures she took back home? Or when she hears that concerned voice of her mother's? Or when thoughts of her baby boy cross her mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she feels down, that four-lettered word would immediately swift through her mind like lightning. Even Penang look-alikes here make her feel SLIGHTLY more at home. She thinks she's losing it but no...she's not gonna lose it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-9028723530683440437?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/9028723530683440437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=9028723530683440437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9028723530683440437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9028723530683440437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-unsure.html' title='She&apos;s unsure...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7539714476300654362</id><published>2009-03-12T10:20:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:46:57.517+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentality'/><title type='text'>A Quickie</title><content type='html'>Hello guys &amp;amp; girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back in the blogosphere! You'll never imagine how happy Jenn &amp;amp; I were when we finally got our internet connection yesterday! OMG...never knew we were so dependent on the internet until we were deprived of it. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I learnt for the past week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It isn't easy staying outside by your own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The quality of customer service here in Australia is somewhat similar (or SLIGHTLY better) than in Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Internet is so important for us to keep in touch with people, especially family &amp;amp; friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patience is very much needed when facing frustrating situations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I was just so thrilled, the first thing that came into my mind was to talk to mommy! LOL Funny thing is, I also realised in the past week that I talk to mom alot at home. Back in Penang, I'd walk into the kitchen where mom would be cooking/washing dishes &amp;amp; start yakking away whatever I had to say &amp;amp; then walk out of the kitchen. I almost forgot that dad comes home early from work every Wed. So yayy! I got to talk to dad &amp;amp; mommy at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was complaining to dad about how bad the customer service was regarding our phone line. The conversation below took place:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: OMG, papa...you know, I always thought customer service overseas would be wayyy better than Malaysia...yadda yadda yadda...aiyo! Mana tau, they transfer you to this guy, then that guy, then this...blah blah blah...in the end the problem is still not solved! Then, we had to waste our mobile phone credit calling &amp;amp; calling...yadda yadda yadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; *speechless*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt; Erm...I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: No need to say anything, just listen can adee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt; That was what I've been experiencing all these years lo...People here also transfer you here &amp;amp; there. Takes ages to settle a matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Really?! Hmm...I guess so. But at least you have the financial status to pay for bills &amp;amp; stuff. I'm only a poor student, having to pay for credit. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: Haha...Welcome to the real world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh...I feel so welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think that conversation was really funny. So now I've experienced what staying outside alone is like. =S Believe it or not, I think I've told Sue this before - Evertime I do my laundry/cooking, I'll think of mommy; when I have problems with the lights/heavy things, I'll think of dad. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I can't seem to get into the full swing of starting my assignment yet. Argh! I know that the deadline is drawing nearer &amp;amp; nearer but I just simply do not have the motivation to start. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Really missing everyone back home! I'm not saying it for the sake of saying it. I really mean it from the bottom of my heart! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7539714476300654362?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7539714476300654362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7539714476300654362&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7539714476300654362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7539714476300654362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/quickie.html' title='A Quickie'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-1383651575582762025</id><published>2009-03-05T17:00:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:28:35.701+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>1st week of 3rd year uni</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing me?! I doubt it. No one's showing me love - except for M *points to the right* XD Anyway, it's almost the end of 1st week of uni. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week, I -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;moved from the city to the suburbs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vacuumed a huge cricket (probably killed it in the process - According to Jenn, it's roasted already =S)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got over feeling depressed about the new place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dropped Asian Performance to take up Health Psychology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have accepted the fact that 我不是你的谁&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kept reminding myself of the reason I'm here in Adelaide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got down to doing some art &amp;amp; craft =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tried not to think how torturous it is to have NO internet connection at home &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have been watching videos I took of "my" baby boy when I think/miss him &amp;amp; realised how few videos I have of him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got mistaken for a freshman by a freshman LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met up with JM &amp;amp; scared ourselves at the museum + laughing at some porno art at the art gallery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had my first meal at Knoodle Junction - with JM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was late for my 1st class of the week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm...I can't seem to recall any other events that happened in the past week. I'm still relying on the internet at my campus. =( So bear with me as I am unable to update as much as I would like to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: hopefully internet will be connected by this week! *fingers crossed*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-1383651575582762025?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/1383651575582762025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=1383651575582762025&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1383651575582762025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1383651575582762025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-week-of-3rd-year-uni.html' title='1st week of 3rd year uni'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-818501915488178838</id><published>2009-03-03T17:35:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:06:12.652+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>So sorry</title><content type='html'>I've been missing in action cause my new place doesn't have an internet connection  yet! This is so frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On another note, 我才发现，我是多么地依赖着你的消息。有时候，看着你的朋友写给你的留言，我会从中猜测你的近况因为我不想让你觉得我很烦。最近，好像有传说你已不再是单身的消息，原来我也会觉得一丝丝的不舍。但，我还是为你高兴能够找到你的幸福。只希望，我们还是像以前一样，是很要好的朋友。无聊时，一样可以和彼此说废话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life goes on...&amp;amp; I guess we have our lives to live. It's just that I wish that we never had to go our separate ways. It's time to grow up, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-818501915488178838?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/818501915488178838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=818501915488178838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/818501915488178838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/818501915488178838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-sorry.html' title='So sorry'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4824148558299636444</id><published>2009-02-14T10:47:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:19:18.168+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>情人节快乐</title><content type='html'>It's Valentine's Day once again...never celebrated this day for the past 21 years &amp;amp; I doubt I'll celebrate it in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some cool pictures I found while googling for the word "Valentine". =) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNKOyqEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0xZXa1D5Ivc/s1600-h/1valentines_day_sucks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNKOyqEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0xZXa1D5Ivc/s320/1valentines_day_sucks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302477514406537282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNPOSa0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/3f3iKOCdmVw/s1600-h/happy_happy_valentines.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNPOSa0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/3f3iKOCdmVw/s320/happy_happy_valentines.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302477515746601794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNJ-7rrI/AAAAAAAAAbg/OmrZ_BfB6Do/s1600-h/valentines_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNJ-7rrI/AAAAAAAAAbg/OmrZ_BfB6Do/s320/valentines_day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302477514340019890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNDGdf-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/raKyNxmPDac/s1600-h/HappyValentinesDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNDGdf-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/raKyNxmPDac/s320/HappyValentinesDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302477512492548066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNbpvesI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0p_iYoole-4/s1600-h/happy-valentines-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNbpvesI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0p_iYoole-4/s320/happy-valentines-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302477519082977986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYve70X3QI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qKUNUDQTZ_o/s1600-h/trueloveequals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYve70X3QI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qKUNUDQTZ_o/s320/trueloveequals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302477819775278338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l137/neotilldo84/Funny%20Pictures/stoneagevalentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 364px;" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l137/neotilldo84/Funny%20Pictures/stoneagevalentines.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my favourite one is a Valentine's poem! Here I dedicate it to all my readers who are still single! *muaks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYve9hlLQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wlogxEYGj4Q/s1600-h/87Valentines_Day_With_Jesus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYve9hlLQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wlogxEYGj4Q/s320/87Valentines_Day_With_Jesus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302477820233329922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Valentine's Day! Who says that you can only spend it with your partner/spouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4824148558299636444?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4824148558299636444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4824148558299636444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4824148558299636444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4824148558299636444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='情人节快乐'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SZYvNKOyqEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0xZXa1D5Ivc/s72-c/1valentines_day_sucks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-1843447919434490579</id><published>2009-02-13T17:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:11:36.312+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I must've bottled up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...my sadness for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in my sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the dream was something really stupid: About some white T-shirt I had that ended up with a big green stain on it because my mom forgot to separate the laundry according to colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was crying because I felt my chest slowly tightened &amp;amp; tears were streaming down my cheeks. Even had a blocked nose after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I've been suppressing my feelings for far too long that they manifest themselves in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 6 more days to go &amp;amp; I'd be back in Adelaide. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sadly,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-1843447919434490579?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/1843447919434490579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=1843447919434490579&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1843447919434490579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1843447919434490579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-mustve-bottled-up.html' title='I must&apos;ve bottled up...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7301842114238050487</id><published>2009-02-03T00:18:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:48:47.512+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Yoohoo!</title><content type='html'>This is an overdue post! I can finally drive! =D But...the sad thing is that the P sticker on my mom's car has been there for almost 5 years now. =P &amp;amp; it will only be taken down in 2011, when I turn 23! *gasps* o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents wouldn't let me drive alone...YET. So here's a pic of me with my driving license! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SYccaRGiFLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/d8dGdmzfRGI/s1600-h/DSC_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SYccaRGiFLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/d8dGdmzfRGI/s320/DSC_0353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298234724217656498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s: to those who have already left Pg, know that I'm missing you here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7301842114238050487?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7301842114238050487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7301842114238050487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7301842114238050487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7301842114238050487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/02/yoohoo.html' title='Yoohoo!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SYccaRGiFLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/d8dGdmzfRGI/s72-c/DSC_0353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-2666645040489476091</id><published>2009-01-31T10:43:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:14:16.370+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>A thousand miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Well, came across this on Facebook &amp;amp; I thought it was rather interesting, so here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Here we go (Trina feat. Kelly Rowland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Right where you want me (Jesse McCartney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;You are the one (C21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shu dao wu da ying wo&lt;/span&gt; / Count to 5 &amp;amp; promise me (Gary Cao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;All out of love (Westlife feat. Delta Goodrem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Break you (Marion Raven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Firefly (A*Teens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;I will be your friend (Coco Lee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback girl (Gwen Stefani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Crash (Gwen Stefani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine (Riddlin' Kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Girl all the bad guys want (Bowling for soup)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Help me (Nick Carter) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Going crazy (Natalie) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ROTFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;L.O.V.E. (Ashlee Simpson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary day (Vanessa Carlton)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; What?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;That's what girls do (No Secrets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;What dreams are made of (Hilary Duff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be with you (Paula Deanda) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Aww...true =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Can't break through (Busted) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;True too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Siberia (Backstreet Boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! (Usher feat. Lil Jon &amp;amp; Ludacris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Every heart (BoA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss when the sun don't shine (Vengaboys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bai jin nv hai&lt;/span&gt; / Material girl (7F)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Get you off my mind (Chloe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why (Freestyle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;Love story (Taylor Swift) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe...partly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Pink dinosaur (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles (Vanessa Carlton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I know, I was kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wuliao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-2666645040489476091?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/2666645040489476091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=2666645040489476091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2666645040489476091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2666645040489476091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/01/thousand-miles.html' title='A thousand miles'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3128457864405945554</id><published>2009-01-30T15:09:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:42:58.841+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentality'/><title type='text'>Feeling low</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moment I opened my eyes this morning, I had this sudden feeling of sadness. As usual, I don't know how to describe what I feel. Because sadness is a little too strong, maybe? I just feel this heavy rock pressing down on me, refusing to let me even catch my breath. I think I know why I'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Ur last night being in Penang &amp;amp; I suddenly thought we kind of wasted so much time bickering instead of catching up with 1 another properly. We always never take each other seriously though both of us know that we're friends to each other. But yesterday night was different. As we had that conversation, I realised I have not been how a good friend should have been. This time, U listen as I speak &amp;amp; U don't tease/insult me like U used to. U said U are not sure when U'll be back &amp;amp; I felt for U as U shared Ur thoughts with me. I couldn't do/say anything that would make everything right because I know I'm not in control of the situation. U are a nice person, U really are &amp;amp; I am glad to have known U even though U annoy the hell out of me to no end (sometimes)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn't it? How I got to know U &amp;amp; now we can talk about anything. *sigh* So U've left this morning. Then next week, it would be R's turn to go. Life is always filled with separations &amp;amp; I don't think I'll ever get used to them. Many a times I thought I'd never cry but I guess I never really knew myself. I've become too sentimental, too emotional. In the year 2008, I've cried many times over dunno-what reasons. But everytime after that, I'd feel a LOT better. I still need to learn to accept the fact that everything in life is not always permanent &amp;amp; that people come &amp;amp; go in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year would be different, I'm sure of it! 2 of my friends would be going to Adelaide, which means I won't be lonely anymore! Then in June, another friend, W, would be going over too! Double weeee!! =D I should be looking on the bright side eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3128457864405945554?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3128457864405945554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3128457864405945554&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3128457864405945554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3128457864405945554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-low.html' title='Feeling low'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4777240221099138291</id><published>2009-01-29T00:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:51:54.836+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>3rd day of CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: The following post is about girl stuff, not suitable for guys. If you still wanna proceed, go ahead...don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was good when I woke up...breakfast-internet-youtube-walk around the house, as usual, until...I sat down again to chat with GF. While chatting, I felt this really weird sensation around my lower abdomen. Then the sensation turned into that familiar feeling of pain. =S But I just ignored it, thinking that it must have been caused by my abnormal eating habits during CNY. Hah...of all days, my "best friend" decided to pay me a visit! *sigh* I always let my "best friend" get to me. When "she" arrives, I'll feel gloomy &amp;amp; lazy to do whatever that makes me happy during "her" absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family &amp;amp; my aunt's family planned to go to Kulim to visit my cousin so I had no choice but to take a pill after my lunch just in case my "best friend" decides to give me a hard time during the journey. Usually I'd opt not to take any medication because I believe in natural healing. LOL I'd just lie down &amp;amp; have a nap &amp;amp; the pain would just go away. The whole journey to Kulim was a torturous one. Could not sleep in the car + the seatbelts around my waist made the abdominal pain even worse. I just couldn't wait to reach my cousin's place so that I could take a nap on a comfortable bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally reached my cousin's place, I heaved a sigh of relief! Bed...here I come! Good thing I managed to fall asleep for an hour or so &amp;amp; tadah! The pain was nowhere to be 'felt'! I was up &amp;amp; about again, playing with my cousin's kids! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward to evening*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the part where I was in a dilemma again. L invited me to his house gathering at 10pm &amp;amp; we reached Penang at 9:45pm. At first I thought I'd have the guts to drive to his house alone but looking at the massive jam outside my house, I changed my mind. So L said he'd ask F to pick me up but F was nowhere near my house &amp;amp; was also caught in a massive jam. I guess everything was planned after all. As I'm typing this, I think my abdominal pain is coming back. =S Being a girl is so hard sometimes...I wonder how it'd feel like when I'm giving birth. *shudders* Well, thankfully I did not go to L's house, or else I'd be in pain whilst feeling bad if I ask someone to drive me home in the midst of their talking/joking/playing. But on the other hand, I feel a lil down that I was not able to join in the fun since L won't be back the following year &amp;amp; I don't know when I'll see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better stop typing &amp;amp; go to bed &amp;amp; get some rest. Losing quite a substantial volume of blood here. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4777240221099138291?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4777240221099138291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4777240221099138291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4777240221099138291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4777240221099138291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-day-of-cny.html' title='3rd day of CNY'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8665127217878045763</id><published>2009-01-25T17:34:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:04:45.217+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special days'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year...</title><content type='html'>...to all my readers! *aisyeh* As if I have many readers liddat. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/chinese_new_year/images/9cny_022.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 262px;" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/chinese_new_year/images/9cny_022.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, may the ox year be a gr8 year for all of u &amp;amp; that lots of love &amp;amp; joy will be in store for you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Though CNY is a jolly festive season, I can't help but to dread the day I have to leave Penang T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8665127217878045763?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8665127217878045763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8665127217878045763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8665127217878045763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8665127217878045763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4486868199144187921</id><published>2009-01-24T02:09:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:48:17.427+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Ermm...growing up?</title><content type='html'>I just got back from an eventful night...well, maybe for just that half an hour (or less/more, I can't even remember correctly!). This was what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, C, just got back from KL Thursday night, so he had asked me out before he even got back. So I went out for supper with C &amp;amp; a bunch of "our" friends at this hawker centre located dunno-where. It was fun sitting in the midst of a bunch of people who are completely different from the bunch of people I hang out with. So far, I'm still successful in sticking to my new year resolution so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping L home, C, H &amp;amp; I were the only ones left in the car. I sat at the back, as usual. Because C's car doesn't have seatbelts at the back, I was kind of afraid that the police (P) would stop us due to the recent law on fining if seatbelts are not fastened. Hah! &amp;amp; what do u know?! Indeed we were stopped by a police. Insides of me churned like nobody's business, cold sweat broke out from my forehead, palms &amp;amp; even the soles of my feet. I mean, I have never been in a car that has been stopped by a P ever in my almost-21 years of existence!=S As there were people standing nearby &amp;amp; watching, the P asked us to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan&lt;/span&gt; without having us to pay a single cent! We couldn't believe our "luck", but I could hear the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan&lt;/span&gt; LOUD &amp;amp; CLEAR! So I asked C to drive away quickly before the P decided to change his mind! Only then did I wake up from my nightmare. It was over. Though my heart was still pounding hard in my chest &amp;amp; my body was shaking, I heaved a sigh of relief. I really admire how H &amp;amp; C could laugh it off after that - genuinely or to make me feel better, I'm not sure. They had to assure me that it was OK &amp;amp; that it's a part of growing up. Oh well, after this experience, I have a strong feeling that my 2009 would be an extremely eventful one. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason right? I just have to trust God in this new year. I have a feeling He'll bring me new experiences where I could learn something though I might not know what yet. I'll just have to live &amp;amp; see. =) I really really thank God that nothing bizarre happened &amp;amp; that C did not have to be blacklisted or anything. Not forgetting that He has blessed me with friends who know how to handle situations which I do not know how to &amp;amp; assuring me that everything's OK when I feel worried. Thank God in every circumstance right?! Amen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Will update about eventful January, soon...I hope. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4486868199144187921?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4486868199144187921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4486868199144187921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4486868199144187921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4486868199144187921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/01/ermmgrowing-up.html' title='Ermm...growing up?'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-1248745758836674877</id><published>2009-01-10T23:54:00.009+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:26:14.270+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>My summer hols December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I got to know during Disted-Stamford days fetched me from the airport to surprise my parents whom didn't have a clue (or so I thought) that I was reaching that night. I would say that the surprise was kinda successful. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWikhowQJsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tS2jL0bK9NQ/s1600-h/P1050221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWikhowQJsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tS2jL0bK9NQ/s320/P1050221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289658660129089218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;8th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sardine + cucumber for breakfast since ages! Home sweet home!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWikh7lrJ8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Q9wTlfUNYlU/s1600-h/P1050247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWikh7lrJ8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Q9wTlfUNYlU/s320/P1050247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289658665184995266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a trim &amp;amp; decided that I should try giving myself bangs so that I look younger than my age. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWikhmAHugI/AAAAAAAAAWI/B9YypIHpVCM/s1600-h/7.12.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWikhmAHugI/AAAAAAAAAWI/B9YypIHpVCM/s320/7.12.08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289658659390339586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;9th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! After 9 months of cooking on my own, I got to taste my mom's yummy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bak moy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWikiOqpdyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RGFjNpBrQbA/s1600-h/P1050268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWikiOqpdyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RGFjNpBrQbA/s320/P1050268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289658670306129698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;11th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom made Jawa mee, which was comparable to the ones sold at hawker centres but healthier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiqIDIpeYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2eiAdiyw5PI/s1600-h/P1050274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiqIDIpeYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2eiAdiyw5PI/s320/P1050274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289664817603901826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;15th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dim sum for breakfast @ Bali Hai with Prasana &amp;amp; Ruth. OH boy, you wouldn't know how much we laughed that day. All because of those funny-looking geoduck, fishes with kissable-looking "lips", escaping spider lobsters etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWixh8RYvtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/p5BvvOxhZlU/s1600-h/P1050313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWixh8RYvtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/p5BvvOxhZlU/s320/P1050313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289672959019499218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pizza for dinner with mommy &amp;amp; papa @ Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiqIZfFziI/AAAAAAAAAWo/v93v7BvyyLc/s1600-h/P1050291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiqIZfFziI/AAAAAAAAAWo/v93v7BvyyLc/s320/P1050291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289664823603613218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;17th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disted girls' lunch out @ Manhattan Fish Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiqItELRCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NJSXxI-cI_0/s1600-h/P1050452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiqItELRCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NJSXxI-cI_0/s320/P1050452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289664828859434018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner @ Sakae Sushi with C &amp;amp; his gang or as he calls it - OUR gang. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWixiFQdX9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/J2YyAnoUObM/s1600-h/P1050348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWixiFQdX9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/J2YyAnoUObM/s320/P1050348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289672961431527378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;19th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Wai Che's birthday at Sakae Sushi the next day &amp;amp; I met PQ "unofficially" there! XP We were planning to meet up &amp;amp; I've met her here! =) The whole table was surrounded by progesterone-rich beings. XP Later that night, we had KFC for dinner at Wai Che's place, courtesy of her parents. It was really fun, getting to know some Union girls &amp;amp; really enjoyed the bonding session except the fact that I got an irritating eye later that night. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWixie0PfjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3o0SFR6V3Y8/s1600-h/P1050365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWixie0PfjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3o0SFR6V3Y8/s320/P1050365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289672968292498994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;21st December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really great meet-up with Pei Qi, my pre-school friend. She blogged about our outing &lt;a href="http://blushstar1988.blogspot.com/2009/01/penang-of-friend-i-know-longest-15.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Pai seh, I'm trying to summarise my whole December into 1 blog post. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiuFCaM06I/AAAAAAAAAW4/t50uwfhmGio/s1600-h/P1050493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiuFCaM06I/AAAAAAAAAW4/t50uwfhmGio/s320/P1050493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289669163915989922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, at night, I had dinner with my aunt's family + "my baby boy" @ a hawker food centre opposite Super Tanjung. Got to eat curry mee! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiuF12NllI/AAAAAAAAAXA/X0jdAUciQjQ/s1600-h/P1050500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiuF12NllI/AAAAAAAAAXA/X0jdAUciQjQ/s320/P1050500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289669177723688530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met up with some of the OCFers who are from Penang &amp;amp; also Chloe who was going to go back to KL the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiuGF0cQdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YkUB2Rfqa2E/s1600-h/P1050502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWiuGF0cQdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YkUB2Rfqa2E/s320/P1050502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289669182011228626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;24th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve! Remember my &lt;a href="http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/12/spring-cleaning.html"&gt;dilemma&lt;/a&gt;? I decided to spend Christmas Eve at my friend, PQ's church! =) Half of me wondered how it would have been if I went out with the other group of friends, but I guess every decision made is of a reason. I got to spend time with PQ &amp;amp; got to know BX more. I am happy to say that I did not regret my decision. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi1AkP8AUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/IyKHqf7B_pE/s1600-h/P1050503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi1AkP8AUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/IyKHqf7B_pE/s320/P1050503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289676783681798466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;25th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Christmas lunch at Prasana's place! Her mom &amp;amp; herself prepared various types of yummy food! Had fun catching up with Disted friends too...Everyone commented on how I still laugh like a horse &amp;amp; that I should go to a turf club for a date in the future so that my guy wouldn't suspect anything if he hears me laugh. He'll think it's just one of the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi1B7xkFJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Bq0fdSpaTBU/s1600-h/P1050528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi1B7xkFJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Bq0fdSpaTBU/s320/P1050528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289676807176721554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;29th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Yon Lynn, my high school friend! Haven't seen her since beginning of 2007, before I left for Adelaide. She's still as crazy as ever &amp;amp; never fails to crack me up! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi1CGN8vjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zE4AYPhsPRU/s1600-h/P1050650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi1CGN8vjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zE4AYPhsPRU/s320/P1050650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289676809980132914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;30th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast @ Mr. Pot with Alicia, whom I've known since primary school. We had a good time catching up with each other's lives overseas. Glad we're still keeping in touch after all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi4eQVwKdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yeBEgwX0SxA/s1600-h/P1050655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi4eQVwKdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yeBEgwX0SxA/s320/P1050655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289680592268437970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st December 2008&lt;br /&gt;The fantastic 4 reunites with a new member (JM's sis)! The 4 of us bought the global warming shirt beginning of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi4evA_V_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/lvEY-qEijpI/s1600-h/P1050696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi4evA_V_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/lvEY-qEijpI/s320/P1050696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289680600502851570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I decided that maybe I should give OUR group of friends a chance. LOL That day, I finally learnt a way to face annoying people! XP &amp;amp; thus, my new year resolution would be to keep that up. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi4e5Ro8oI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/CmIt2893rI0/s1600-h/P1050725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWi4e5Ro8oI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/CmIt2893rI0/s320/P1050725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289680603257041538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all for December, will update about January soon, I hope. =P No promises. Anyway, I know this is a little too late, but Happy New Year! May you guys have a blessed year ahead! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Taking my driving test this Monday, pray for me! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-1248745758836674877?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/1248745758836674877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=1248745758836674877&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1248745758836674877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1248745758836674877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-summer-hols-december-2008.html' title='My summer hols December 2008'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SWikhowQJsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tS2jL0bK9NQ/s72-c/P1050221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-825331041118381613</id><published>2008-12-31T19:45:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:15:34.151+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>And again...</title><content type='html'>I'm in a dilemma! It's new year's eve...&amp;amp; once again a bunch of people asked me out =S I'm not sure if I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions...decisions. If only I could just toss a coin. Everytime that same bunch of people ask me out, I rejected them many many times. &amp;amp; now I'm thrown into this whirlwind of dilemma again. I should learn to be more decisive when it comes to things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go or not? What will my verdict be? Would I make the wrong decision? Would I enjoy myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-825331041118381613?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/825331041118381613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=825331041118381613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/825331041118381613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/825331041118381613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-again.html' title='And again...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8999124732593592185</id><published>2008-12-24T14:11:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:45:12.440+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>"Spring" Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's that time of the year again when I sneeze non-stop because of the thick layer of dust that covers my entire room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, my attempt to clear out the mess in my room failed because I was being too sentimental. I ended up keeping most of the stuff. Today, I finally got my butt off the computer chair &amp;amp; tidied my room. Not that my room needed tidying, since my mom tidied it for me before I came home but alot of stuff needed to be disposed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through stacks of college lecture notes &amp;amp; exercises, memories flooded my mind again. Those were the days...During that year, I've loved &amp;amp; lost. That year, I realised that I didn't have to be insecure about myself. That year, I learnt that competing against oneself is the most important thing, not with others. That year, I also learnt that some people can be selfish, even though they're your friends. That year, I realised that after that year, we'd all be going our separate ways, pursuing our dreams...which made me feel a little depressed because that year would end in a blink of an eye! That year also opened my eyes to girls who lead lives like Barbie dolls - thick make up, branded handbags, latest gadgets, perfect hair, high heels that match their clothes &amp;amp; "perfect" boyfriends. It was then that I realised I didn't wanna be one of them. Of course, not forgetting that that year was the year I made many great friends! Friends that would last a lifetime...well, mayb not some...but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling with throwing away sentimental "junk" but...BUT guess what?! I finally set my mind to it! Before throwing something away, I'd ask myself, "Would I still be using it in 6 months' time? Would it still be useful a year from now?" &amp;amp; if the answers to those 2 questions are "No", then they ought to be disposed of. I'll post up a picture of the box of junk I've thrown away =P Am very proud of myself though I feel a little "bu she de". =S No use holding on to possessions right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't believe today's already Christmas eve. The eve of Christ's birthday. Time really passes by too quickly. The photos I've been organising since I came home are left unorganised because of some missing photos. *sigh* Though a bunch of ppl have asked me out on Christmas eve, I'm still in a dilemma on whether I should go. Really torn apart. I mean, I don't mind spending time with them but I can't help but feel a little suspicious about their intentions. Then again, I don't have any plans tonight. A friend asked me to attend her church if I have nothing to do. Aiyo...I hate making such decisions! Can I just stay at home, spend time alone with myself &amp;amp; Him, with no one pestering me?! I just want a quiet &amp;amp; peaceful Christmas eve. But then again, I don't want them to think that Christians are always so high-above &amp;amp; arrogant, not wanting to go out with them or something. I'll see how it goes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how I should feel right now. Having driving lesson at 4pm! I'm nervous because I almost forgotten everything learnt! This is bad, really bad!! Help! I forgot the 3 test routes already! I'm so dead, my driving instructor would be nagging again. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: the upper part of this post was typed on 22nd of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8999124732593592185?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8999124732593592185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8999124732593592185&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8999124732593592185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8999124732593592185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/12/spring-cleaning.html' title='&quot;Spring&quot; Cleaning'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8436734582412058050</id><published>2008-12-15T14:39:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:42:58.896+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>My christmas wish...</title><content type='html'>...is to pass my driving test!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 2nd driving lesson today...I did OK I think...still I can't help but feel a lil afraid on the road with all those freaking motorcyclists &amp;amp; buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my driving instructor said, "It's not that you don't know how to drive, you're too nervous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's so right! Because I freaking had a traumatic experience with the previous driving instructor!! *sigh* I need a psychologist now...to help me overcome my fear of driving. I just hope I remember the 2 test routes he showed me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update with pictures soon! After I've done something fun! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8436734582412058050?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8436734582412058050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8436734582412058050&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8436734582412058050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8436734582412058050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-wish.html' title='My christmas wish...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8645557573507229067</id><published>2008-12-12T23:24:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:42:03.556+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Woohoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yippy! I'm a happy happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of my friends already know, my previous driving experience was a really BAD one. I'm not even exaggerating. It was so bad that I'd have nightmares &amp;amp; palpitations the night before my driving lessons. Thanks to my previous driving instructor, I almost sworn off driving. He scolded, nagged, pinched, poked &amp;amp; screamed. I could never have a second of peace with him around. Basically I just did whatever he said without even knowing the basics of driving. After the 3rd/4th lesson (Can't remember, it was 9 months ago) I couldn't take it anymore. I thought I was gonna have a mental breakdown. &amp;amp; with those nightmares, I didn't think they were good for my well-being, so I told my mom that I wanna have my driving instructor changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we managed to change but I didn't manage to finish my lessons in time to take the test. Went back to Adelaide with my lessons hanging halfway. When I came back, I totally dreaded driving lessons. I didn't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God I survived my 1st driving lesson in 9 months! I still remember how to drive on the road but not going uphill &amp;amp; the parking one. All is good! I'm happy...I guess I'm not so afraid of driving anymore! My new driving instructor is more patient &amp;amp; he lets me ask questions. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8645557573507229067?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8645557573507229067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8645557573507229067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8645557573507229067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8645557573507229067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-2065045781354059215</id><published>2008-12-08T19:32:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:43:08.352+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Fringe</title><content type='html'>I finally got myself a trim! =D&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had fringe since high school so I thought I wanted to look a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think. =)&lt;br /&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/STzkJYD3D6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/IO-9WxN2TLE/s1600-h/pjs%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/STzkJYD3D6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/IO-9WxN2TLE/s320/pjs%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277343713099976610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/STzkJ59eyaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/i22nQKKjCkE/s1600-h/7.12.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/STzkJ59eyaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/i22nQKKjCkE/s320/7.12.08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277343722200025506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/STzkJiaPZfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1QtOnBXi8aM/s1600-h/07.12.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/STzkJiaPZfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1QtOnBXi8aM/s320/07.12.08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277343715878200818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?! Do I look like a school girl?! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-2065045781354059215?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/2065045781354059215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=2065045781354059215&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2065045781354059215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2065045781354059215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/12/fringe.html' title='Fringe'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/STzkJYD3D6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/IO-9WxN2TLE/s72-c/pjs%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-6317785659184434487</id><published>2008-11-26T21:17:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:50:39.295+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>On Cloud 99</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!! I'm finally FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! No more staying at home studying whilst refraining myself to go out! XP A picture says a thousand words right? I'll just let the pics do the talking.&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SS0uMiksj7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/L9eVbnKk14k/s1600-h/yayness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SS0uMiksj7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/L9eVbnKk14k/s320/yayness.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272921531694747570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 Taken at Glenelg beach in 2007 in Spring.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to stay home &amp;amp; finish up my assignment...the rest is history =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SS0uMsdSLLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PeHFoTxz5CM/s1600-h/yayy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SS0uMsdSLLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PeHFoTxz5CM/s320/yayy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272921534348012722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 Back in Penang during summer.&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to take modelly jumping shots but ended up being so unglam &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SS0sVmsD-YI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FioKFq6_vhI/s1600-h/yay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SS0sVmsD-YI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FioKFq6_vhI/s320/yay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272919488394951042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 Doing a random jump on the way back from Barossa Valley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures portray what I'm feeling now =D The yayyy-ness of being free from exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-6317785659184434487?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/6317785659184434487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=6317785659184434487&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6317785659184434487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6317785659184434487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-cloud-99.html' title='On Cloud 99'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SS0uMiksj7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/L9eVbnKk14k/s72-c/yayness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-2688646821404073817</id><published>2008-11-22T22:59:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:05:31.767+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I feel hollow...</title><content type='html'>...at this particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure if it's because I'm still not over about my paper OR I refuse to face the reality - when I wake up tomorrow, I have 1 day short to prepare for my final exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day from the moment I open my eyes, I can't wait for it to be night again so that I can drift off into my dreams, far far away from reality. It always seems like the day arrives sooner than the night. I never wanna wake up to face this harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 hours ago, my friend &amp;amp; I encountered something freaky, which I'll save for another day because I can't wait to go to bed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-2688646821404073817?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/2688646821404073817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=2688646821404073817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2688646821404073817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2688646821404073817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-hollow.html' title='I feel hollow...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7080883875148934780</id><published>2008-11-22T17:24:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:50:13.522+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I'm devastated, don't ask.</title><content type='html'>Just came back from sitting for a paper. &amp;amp; guess what?! Instead of feeling relieved that I've finally finished 3 papers, I feel totally, utterly &amp;amp; extremely shitty! I dunno about you, but I somehow feel a tad inferior being around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang moh&lt;/span&gt;s in the exam hall. I know their first language is English &amp;amp; I bet that they'd think we, international students, are not as smart because we have to bring in dictionaries (not that we HAVE to, but just IN CASE they use bombastic words that are totally out of our league). It was distracting when the time for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang moh&lt;/span&gt;s was up &amp;amp; they all left the exam hall. It made me feel nervous because now there were only a few international students left (we get extra 10 mins for every hour, in this case 20, since the exam duration was 2 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH* Talking about time, I still cannot believe that we were given 2 hours for such a long paper!! =S The thing that makes me feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bo kam muan&lt;/span&gt; is that, I did &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremely well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for ALL the assignments for this subject &amp;amp; if this exam paper pulls down the average grade, I'd be damned! I KNOW I'll pass this paper, just not with flying colours, that's all. =( &amp;amp; I know how people always say "when you're in uni, as long as you pass, it's alright, you don't need distinctions to get a degree" but...this is something rather personal, like I fail to even reach my full potential, y'know? Somehow being brought up in a competitive Chinese school has instilled this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;-ness in me though I don't show it. My parents never pressured me into achieving excellent grades &amp;amp; I thank them for that because it makes me a person who knows how to think for their own good. &amp;amp; I don't wanna disappoint them, knowing I could've done waaaayyy better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; I know you're bored reading this. I just needed to rant. For the final paper, I'm gonna shine (hopefully)! *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7080883875148934780?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7080883875148934780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7080883875148934780&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7080883875148934780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7080883875148934780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-devastated-dont-ask.html' title='I&apos;m devastated, don&apos;t ask.'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8299518057552145635</id><published>2008-11-21T17:36:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:52:27.279+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>Before any of you guys think I'm attached or my exams are over or *insert what you think it is*, sorry to burst your bubble. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling rather frustrated lately. I don't know why it took me more than a year to feel frustrated since I've been in Adelaide since February last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is it about "official" &amp;amp; "Adelaide"? LOL I just simply don't get the Aussies! Like, seriously =.= I don't get their humour, their culture of drinking &amp;amp; clubbing, the way they say "no worries" in response to "thank you", the way they say "ta" as a replacement of "thanks",&lt;br /&gt;arvo" for "afternoon", &amp;amp; calling people "mate". I dunno about you but according to my dictionary (in both sense), "mate" is something more personal. According to Microsoft Encarta Dictionary 2007 - &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;U.K.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;used to address somebody: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;used as a friendly, or sometimes  hostile, form of address to a man (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;informal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;) (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;usually used in  combination&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. There were more than 1 definitions. Another definition is "friend". Well, I'm not a man AND I'm definitely not YOUR (any random Aussie person) friend! It gets to me all the time! =S Even though I speak proper English, without the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;s, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;s, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;s etc., they still don't get me. Sooooo, I have to "speak like an Aussie", which they don't understand me either! It's freaking frustrating, it's like being mocked at, y'know? It's like they're secretly laughing at me in their heads, "Haha...Actually I understand you perfectly. I'm just poking fun at ya." OR "WTH, your Eng sucks to the extent I do not understand you!" There are a few instances where Aussie people don't get what I mean. I'll just give you 2 examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #1&lt;br /&gt;Venue: A reject-shop kinda store&lt;br /&gt;Was looking for a waste paper basket but I couldn't seem to find it after having walked up &amp;amp; down the aisle a million times, so I resorted to asking one of the cashiers on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, I would like to know where I could find a waste paper basket.&lt;br /&gt;C: A...what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: A waste paper basket?&lt;br /&gt;C: Errr...sorry, what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Attempted to pronounce it in an Aussie 'style', with "a" being pronounced as "ai") A wAIst paper basket.&lt;br /&gt;C: A rice paper basket?! (I was like =.= WTH, rice paper basket sounds close enough to a waste paper basket &amp;amp; she still couldn't get it!! Was losing my patience)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Was getting annoyed at this point) A waste paper basket? You know, something you used to throw unwanted papers into?&lt;br /&gt;C: Oh! A waste paper basket! Right, it's just there..walk to the end &amp;amp; they're just on your right.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;C: No worries! (see what I mean?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #2&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Home&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a particular piece of information on the subject that I had to sit an exam for the next day. So I msg-ed one of my coursemates, an Aussie obviously, to ask her if she knew where to find it. Till the next day, even after I've sat for that subject, I didn't get any reply from her. &amp;amp; she replied me this: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;hp all ok ee lin! sorry didnt reply at time. was lk for that answer too! How did you find the nxwm (short for Nutrition, Exercise &amp;amp; Weight Management) exam? L___ &lt;/span&gt;(her name) I wasn't in the mood to reply her because obviously I didn't see the point in replying. I mean, what should I say? Tell her what I thought about the exam? Then what? =S Back home, we (my friends &amp;amp; I) don't normally sms about stuff like that. We would just talk face to face if we wanted to know stuff like that, not sms! It'd be so awkward to just stop msg-ing with nothing else to say. Besides, I didn't wanna waste my hp credit! =S Anyway, I thought maybe I should reply just to be polite. &amp;amp; so I told her what I thought about the exam &amp;amp; she replied me saying that she agreed. Then WHAT?! Ish...I hate it when they (Aussies) make small talks that go nowhere. So no, I didn't reply after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ismoketoomuch.com/draw/d/6739-1/frustrated.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 279px;" src="http://ismoketoomuch.com/draw/d/6739-1/frustrated.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Disclaimer: I'm not being racist. I'm just simply saying that I don't get the people here! &amp;amp; I don't think I'll ever fit in. You see, I don't even get their humour. Last year when I took this course which requires us to watch some clips of Aussie TV shows, everyone laughed except me. I sat there with this face --&gt; =.=|||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8299518057552145635?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8299518057552145635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8299518057552145635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8299518057552145635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8299518057552145635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-844269655500610758</id><published>2008-11-16T23:20:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:23:19.110+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rpgclassics.com/fanart/FinalFantasy/Sad_Eiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 617px; height: 669px;" src="http://www.rpgclassics.com/fanart/FinalFantasy/Sad_Eiko.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, that's how I feel right now. =( Y is it that the more you hope, the more disappointment you feel?? Maybe my resolution for next year should be - Never hope, so that there won't be any disappointments. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-844269655500610758?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/844269655500610758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=844269655500610758&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/844269655500610758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/844269655500610758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_16.html' title='=&apos;('/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-1868930160520898588</id><published>2008-11-16T15:39:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:25:51.944+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>For 20 years of my very existence, I've never had to worry stuff about being beautiful &amp;amp; such. For example, I don't even care if I have hairy legs (although having hairy armpits is quite unforgivable) or that I don't wear feminine enough. I had no problems with anything to do with my appearance. You must be thinking this is another post about my protest regarding my principles on beauty again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most random &amp;amp; most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wu liao&lt;/span&gt; post ever! Since I came to Adelaide, I realised since last year that I've been having dandruff now &amp;amp; then. =( When I went home last summer, everything was normal again. This year, it started developing again...since mid-winter? I can't remember when...*sigh* I could still remember how I thought people with dandruff must be dirty &amp;amp; that they don't wash their hair enough. But since I shampoo my hair every 2 days, it's impossible that my hair's dirty right??? So I decided to do some research on dandruff. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; *gasps* I learnt that dandruff can be caused by emotional/physical stress &amp;amp; the season - usually worse in winter. These are 2 of the factors. I wonder if it's both in my case. So, for the first time in my life, I had to go shop for anti-dandruff shampoo. =( Fortunately for me, mine is not as serious as described in many websites - "White scales and flakes on the scalp which fall onto the shoulders" or "may be associated with irritation or itching".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, here's a really funny pic that describes what dandruff is really all about. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update: ish! i tried to link the pic here &amp;amp; it failed because the pic was copyrighted - wtf =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-1868930160520898588?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/1868930160520898588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=1868930160520898588&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1868930160520898588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1868930160520898588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-9089060257130595514</id><published>2008-11-11T16:52:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:33:55.266+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>What I do when I'm stressed 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/rha/lowres/rhan345l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/rha/lowres/rhan345l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At times like this, I always need a good laugh. Was thinking of blogging to relieve stress &amp;amp; I found this cartoon. ROTFL Now, don't you feel it reflects most of us during exams? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to update, really. Oh, except for the fact that I haven't stepped out of the house for 2 days in a row =.= I think I'mma go out later to get some fresh air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 more weeks...yes, it ain't that faraway! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-9089060257130595514?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/9089060257130595514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=9089060257130595514&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9089060257130595514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9089060257130595514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-do-when-im-stressed-2.html' title='What I do when I&apos;m stressed 2'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-5811472150945504372</id><published>2008-11-06T14:43:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:58:58.708+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>What I eat when I'm doing revision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SRJ0ZAalxKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PkockTOl3VY/s1600-h/P1040582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SRJ0ZAalxKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PkockTOl3VY/s320/P1040582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265398887306609826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Studying lecture slides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It enhances my memory on things that I've studied! It works!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SRJ0YwKMZbI/AAAAAAAAASI/khuQiKVxSTs/s1600-h/P1040584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SRJ0YwKMZbI/AAAAAAAAASI/khuQiKVxSTs/s320/P1040584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265398882942870962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A slice of choc chip &amp;amp; apricot cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me elaborate more on the cake. LOL I feel so loved these few days =P Yesterday I stayed back at uni to study with J until 9:30pm &amp;amp; at about 7:30pm, my coursemate/classmate sms-ed me to ask if I was still at uni cause she bought me "yum yum" cake (according to her) to keep me awake while studying! How thoughtful is that?! =)) &amp;amp; indeed they were yummy! I didn't finish them yesterday, so I ate the remaining piece today as a dessert for lunch. I think I'm starting to get influenced by &lt;a href="http://dilutedmagnetics.blogspot.com"&gt;Lunch is Served&lt;/a&gt;. She blogs about what she has for lunch &amp;amp; the stories that go with it. &lt;/span&gt;Got me hooked. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SRJ0YQZf5bI/AAAAAAAAASA/ekN2LcEshTE/s1600-h/P1040586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SRJ0YQZf5bI/AAAAAAAAASA/ekN2LcEshTE/s320/P1040586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265398874417128882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A tuna sandwich with cheese &amp;amp; a tall Long Black from Hudson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-5811472150945504372?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/5811472150945504372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=5811472150945504372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5811472150945504372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5811472150945504372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-eat-when-im-doing-revision.html' title='What I eat when I&apos;m doing revision'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SRJ0ZAalxKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PkockTOl3VY/s72-c/P1040582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8042281902538609445</id><published>2008-11-03T21:26:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:17:06.621+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>*sniff*</title><content type='html'>OMG! I just can't believe it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment ago, I was studying...feeling lazy, eyelids about to close when suddenly my mobile phone rang with Britney Spear's song Autumn Goodbye..."I NEVER PROMISED YOU A HAPPY ENDING, U NEVER SAID U WOULDN'T MAKE ME CRY..." You get the drift. It was pretty loud and I totally got a fright! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of the caller (C) didn't sound at all familiar.&lt;br /&gt;This was how the "conversation" went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Hello! *very cheery tone*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello! *very cheery tone*&lt;br /&gt;C: You're at home right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah...? Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;C: Oh, I'm SL, using E's phone to call. I'm reaching your place in 15 mins, I'll call you when I'm there &amp;amp; you just come down &amp;amp; get something ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *confused* Errr...OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left clueless. I didn't know what was happening. LOL After giving J a birthday surprise I thought someone was doing the same, except that my birthday was eons ago! XP But what could it be?! A VERY belated present?! =S Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I continued studying, keeping in mind that my phone would ring any moment so that I would not jump outta my seat due to Britney's singing. And so, SL said she was here &amp;amp; I immediately went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that SL &amp;amp; E made me herbal soup! OMG! Can you believe it?! Herbal soup! The one thing I miss most about home! My mom used to make herbal soups for us all the time, especially exam periods. Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything fits into place. I recalled myself talking to SL after church last week. She asked me how I was doing &amp;amp; cause last week I was totally stressed out due to assignments, I casually said that I'm stressed out but trying not to. She asked me if I missed home &amp;amp; I replied without 2nd thought "YES! Especially now that no one makes me herbal soups during times of stress!" I know I have a weak body. That's why I always try not to put myself in a situation where I'll fall sick easily. For example, I try not to even expose my neck when it's windy because I catch a cold easily (that is why I can never fathom how the ang mohs can wear low-cut dresses during winter); I try not to risk not bringing a sweater out when I know that it might be cold because I don't wanna bear the consequences of catching a cold later; not forgetting, I don't like wearing skirts during winter even though I've got tights because tights ain't that thick &amp;amp; again, I might catch a cold if a bigger surface area of my body is exposed to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. I never, in my wildest dream, thought that someone would actually take my word seriously. OMG. I feel so touched!! It is a kind of surprise...&amp;amp; it changes my perception towards ppl too. I thought it'd b so hard to actually find someone who cares. =) I'll leave that for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the soup! And mind you, there's ginseng inside too!! =) I'm a happy girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQ7fQt3N9gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ASnIzcjG00Y/s1600-h/P1040565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQ7fQt3N9gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ASnIzcjG00Y/s320/P1040565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264390492724786690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soup in jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQ7fQP_Y95I/AAAAAAAAARw/zd1pfVTrRwE/s1600-h/P1040568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQ7fQP_Y95I/AAAAAAAAARw/zd1pfVTrRwE/s320/P1040568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264390484705998738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8042281902538609445?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8042281902538609445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8042281902538609445&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8042281902538609445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8042281902538609445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/sniff_03.html' title='*sniff*'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQ7fQt3N9gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ASnIzcjG00Y/s72-c/P1040565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-6485058890134423436</id><published>2008-11-01T20:43:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:54:04.584+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>My assignments...</title><content type='html'>...are so yesterday!! XP I don't care that exams are just around the corner, I'd prefer studying to doing assignments ANYTIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a song I dedicate to myself...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lt6PVVr4B04&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lt6PVVr4B04&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-6485058890134423436?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/6485058890134423436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=6485058890134423436&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6485058890134423436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6485058890134423436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-assignments.html' title='My assignments...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8021715448282030489</id><published>2008-10-27T15:31:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:28:36.507+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>What I do when I'm stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQVhNHU2PeI/AAAAAAAAARo/axYi8meLqCY/s1600-h/P1040535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQVhNHU2PeI/AAAAAAAAARo/axYi8meLqCY/s320/P1040535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261718617584975330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...a cup of chamomile tea with a teaspoon of honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX8sW8xZ0rk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QX8sW8xZ0rk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...to an upbeat song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8021715448282030489?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8021715448282030489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8021715448282030489&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8021715448282030489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8021715448282030489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-do-when-im-stressed.html' title='What I do when I&apos;m stressed'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQVhNHU2PeI/AAAAAAAAARo/axYi8meLqCY/s72-c/P1040535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-82837329040595490</id><published>2008-10-25T14:47:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:52:55.057+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>That's Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQKe_eUV8cI/AAAAAAAAARg/6gENF6Bul78/s1600-h/crepe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQKe_eUV8cI/AAAAAAAAARg/6gENF6Bul78/s320/crepe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260942128029495746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Fiddle while Rome burns&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;to occupy yourself with unimportant things when there are extremely important things requiring to be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-82837329040595490?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/82837329040595490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=82837329040595490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/82837329040595490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/82837329040595490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-me.html' title='That&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SQKe_eUV8cI/AAAAAAAAARg/6gENF6Bul78/s72-c/crepe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-6447235955396884616</id><published>2008-10-24T12:06:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:48:01.951+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>What I do when I'm restless</title><content type='html'>SCATTERGORIES...it's harder than it looks! Copy and paste into a new bulletin. When you are done, send it on. Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following... they have to be real places, names, things...nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 letter word:&lt;br /&gt;East&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle:&lt;br /&gt;E-Series Volvo (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City:&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy Name:&lt;br /&gt;Edwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Name:&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic drink:&lt;br /&gt;Ethanol XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:&lt;br /&gt;Elevator cleaner (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you wear:&lt;br /&gt;Essentials (What?! I wear only the essentials)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity:&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food:&lt;br /&gt;(anything) Eastern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something found in a bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;Eau de toilette        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for Being Late:&lt;br /&gt;Elevator slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character:&lt;br /&gt;Emily the Strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something You Shout:&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, that was mind boggling! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-6447235955396884616?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/6447235955396884616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=6447235955396884616&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6447235955396884616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6447235955396884616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-do-when-im-restless.html' title='What I do when I&apos;m restless'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4596256910122639798</id><published>2008-10-23T17:00:00.009+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:25:13.892+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gralon.net/cartes-virtuelles/cartes/anniversaire/vg-happy-birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.gralon.net/cartes-virtuelles/cartes/anniversaire/vg-happy-birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Y B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Y T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;O S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Y &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;CH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;YL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;GA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;N!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200712/r212383_817418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200712/r212383_817418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I missed my bus by 3 seconds today. Before I could run to the bus stop, the bus had already turned into the main road. Oh well, will just have to wait for 15 minutes till the next one comes. So I decided to walk over to the bus stop situated farther away since I had nothing to do. While standing there waiting for my bus, I noticed that there was a construction going on on the opposite side of the road. The construction workers were trying to arrange those glass panel thingies (GPTs) along the sides of the building. And as I observed them, I think it took them quite a while (&amp;amp; effort!) to just place 1 GPT together with the rest of the GPTs. It really got me thinking, "What would we do without them? (the construction workers I mean)" No matter how beautifully buildings are designed by architects, without those construction workers, their designs would just be a mere design on paper. I can't help but to admire those construction workers. They pour out so much sweat and effort, yet they're not earning as much as professionals do (correct me if I'm wrong but I think they don't get paid very well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pantsshrapnel.com/images/questionmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 287px;" src="http://pantsshrapnel.com/images/questionmark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, moving along. I had this really random thought. If we asians are called asians, and those who are of mix heritage are called eurasians, then why are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang mohs&lt;/span&gt; called caucasians? There's the word "asians" in it. =S So what does that "cauc-" stand for? Have you ever wondered? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rescue.com/photos/Bug_photos/Fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.rescue.com/photos/Bug_photos/Fly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! Before I forget! OMG...today I almost inhaled a freaking fly!!! I was on the bus talking to a friend and this freaking fly decided that my nostril seemed like a good hideout and it flew straight into (well, it attempted to anyway, i can totally read its mind!) my nostril but hah! Just before it could fly into my nostril, I exhaled with all my might even though I very much wanted to inhale (lack of oxygen). =S Totally disgusting! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: been really busy preparing for a presentation next tues &amp;amp; 2 assignments due next thurs &amp;amp; fri respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4596256910122639798?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4596256910122639798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4596256910122639798&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4596256910122639798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4596256910122639798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-5190745504759635739</id><published>2008-10-19T21:06:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:07:18.712+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>I really don't understand...</title><content type='html'>...how people can juz leave their dirty dishes for weeks, even months!! =S&lt;br /&gt;Washing a freaking bowl only takes less than freaking 30 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out =.= I don't even wanna know what that black lining in the bowl is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SPs3HVol_lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IfHCW93clYA/s1600-h/P1040508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SPs3HVol_lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IfHCW93clYA/s320/P1040508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258857589091204690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Left by the sink for weeks&lt;br /&gt;(The other housemate helped her clean her bowl a few days ago, &amp;amp; this appeared days after)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just fyi, my "dear" housemate threw away those smelly milk cartons almost after a month (It felt like eternity). Now, below is a pic of the current state of her bin. Treasure hunt anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SPs6q94h3PI/AAAAAAAAARY/Pmskn4HYDG8/s1600-h/P1030677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SPs6q94h3PI/AAAAAAAAARY/Pmskn4HYDG8/s320/P1030677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258861499725765874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A month ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SPs3HK9P0dI/AAAAAAAAARI/NS9oNQditAc/s1600-h/P1040509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SPs3HK9P0dI/AAAAAAAAARI/NS9oNQditAc/s320/P1040509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258857586225041874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; yesterday J pasted a note on her door asking her to wash her bowl. Guess what?! The note worked wonders! This morning I nearly had a heart attack when I saw that the space by the sink was EMPTY! W-O-W! I also added a P.S. beneath the note asking her to pay me for the internet bill &amp;amp;...I got back the money today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm...sometimes I just wish I could make a trip into her mind to see how her mind works. Interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-5190745504759635739?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/5190745504759635739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=5190745504759635739&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5190745504759635739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5190745504759635739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-dont-understand.html' title='I really don&apos;t understand...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SPs3HVol_lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IfHCW93clYA/s72-c/P1040508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8026384890345547295</id><published>2008-10-06T23:00:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:09:12.548+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Laugh die me!</title><content type='html'>OMG, I nearly died laughing! I was feeling sleepy so I asked this friend of mine, YL, to entertain me while I do my work. He asked me for my opinion about this particular post on his blog so I told him what I thought...before we knew it, the following conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;love just isnt easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;like for example, a wife who's always abused by her husband...many also think that their husbands will one day change...but u cannot expect such things...cause it's hard for them to change...and that is y many women still are caught in a bad relationship n unable to break free....u get what i mean? like they know it isn't working but they're still hoping...they're willing to take the risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;lol..this is the more serious wan la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yeah too serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;always abuse de ==S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;this kind of man should die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;so funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;no no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;die is too easy liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;should be castrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;agreed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;maybe pluck his toenails out one by one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ok i am being too violent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;good idea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;and pour salt on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;then oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;n light fire on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;WAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;u so ganas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;u're killing him liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;slowly killing him ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;must torture him kau kau ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nearly wanna die le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;put da fire out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;then let him rest for awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Lin 依灵 is on cloud 9 &amp;amp; no one can bring her down!   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;put the fire out!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.* º·º°¨*¨°º·•« E-LiAnG »•·º°¨*¨°º·º° * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;then again ==P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny right?! I thought it was hilarious...imagine that "poor" guy being tied up, having his toenails pulled out, being set fire, then rest, then being burnt again. I dunno y but I imagined it in a very comical way! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8026384890345547295?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8026384890345547295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8026384890345547295&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8026384890345547295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8026384890345547295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/10/laugh-die-me.html' title='Laugh die me!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-6780574976372483561</id><published>2008-10-03T23:39:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:49:04.976+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>...wished that time could just standstill while you're busy finishing your work so that you can use the remaining time to enjoy yourself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have...in fact, a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very melancholic of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, I feel lost in a sea of people with non-black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I feel insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they just walk past you as if you were invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I imagine myself walking in Adelaide as though I'm the only person that exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...it keeps failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a little piece of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've mentioned in one of my posts last year that I need people/places that are familiar to me to make me feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom I can run to when I just wanna runaway from this chaotic world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I wish time could move faster so that I am able to fly home where I belong though the political side is rather erm...complicated at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been drifting away from Him too...need to pray for His empowerment to keep me, His creation, going no matter how tough the going is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in a mess right now...how do you do a spiritual spring-cleaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, just realised that this post is rather depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-6780574976372483561?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/6780574976372483561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=6780574976372483561&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6780574976372483561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6780574976372483561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-1856260078268085557</id><published>2008-10-01T10:26:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:40:54.053+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Time is running out...</title><content type='html'>...and I'm extremely stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dp.net.my/blog/uploaded_images/stressed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dp.net.my/blog/uploaded_images/stressed1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have work to do but I don't have the slightest amount of motivation to do them. =( HELP!! I wish I could just lie down on a lush green meadow, under a clear blue sky with white cotton-candy clouds, horses/goats/cows grazing...Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SNAP* back to reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fonzation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/stressed-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fonzation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/stressed-out.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: will update about my 2-week mid-sem break when I'm not as stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-1856260078268085557?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/1856260078268085557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=1856260078268085557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1856260078268085557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1856260078268085557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-is-running-out.html' title='Time is running out...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4523380263723611920</id><published>2008-09-23T12:51:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:02:52.604+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Me? Eurasian? Forget it!</title><content type='html'>I came across this Morph Thing on &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;Ringo's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and I thought I'd give it a try but...Oh well, let's just say that my offspring will look super weird if I were to every marry an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang moh&lt;/span&gt;.  =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1030781.JPG and Keira Knightley Faces Combined Together - " href="http://www.morphthing.com/image/7722728-P1030781-JPG-and-Keira-Knightley?key=ac8fb9bb78e3f39a67d98483ca79441c"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1030781.JPG and Keira Knightley Faces Combined Together - " src="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/ac8fb9bb78e3f39a67d98483ca79441c/0/7722728/P1030781-JPG-and-Keira-Knightley.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="The faces of 2 and Britney Spears combined together - " href="http://www.morphthing.com/image/7723209-2-and-Britney-Spears?key=c788285bbeba549bc1be465e79bd3f64"&gt;&lt;img alt="The faces of 2 and Britney Spears combined together - " src="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/c788285bbeba549bc1be465e79bd3f64/0/7723209/2-and-Britney-Spears.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="2 and Cristina Ricci - " href="http://www.morphthing.com/image/7723271-2-and-Cristina-Ricci?key=b8b39e614d6d832c6023acf1f7868350"&gt;&lt;img alt="2 and Cristina Ricci - " src="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/b8b39e614d6d832c6023acf1f7868350/0/7723271/2-and-Cristina-Ricci.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="The faces of 2 and Rihanna combined together - " href="http://www.morphthing.com/image/7723426-2-and-Rihanna?key=1d57a479e0a3a0fb06122b6502f251c2"&gt;&lt;img alt="The faces of 2 and Rihanna combined together - " src="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/1d57a479e0a3a0fb06122b6502f251c2/0/7723426/2-and-Rihanna.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1030781.JPG and Alexis Bledel - " href="http://www.morphthing.com/image/7722794-P1030781-JPG-and-Alexis-Bledel?key=24b9ae0ba470bdad7654d77c24b92190"&gt;&lt;img alt="P1030781.JPG and Alexis Bledel - " src="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/24b9ae0ba470bdad7654d77c24b92190/0/7722794/P1030781-JPG-and-Alexis-Bledel.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="2 and David Beckham Faces Combined Together - " href="http://www.morphthing.com/image/7723282-2-and-David-Beckham?key=616e55f3b3f16358e43f2cb2cad2bc22"&gt;&lt;img alt="2 and David Beckham Faces Combined Together - " src="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/616e55f3b3f16358e43f2cb2cad2bc22/0/7723282/2-and-David-Beckham.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="The faces of 2 and Scarlett Johansson combined together - " href="http://www.morphthing.com/image/7723442-2-and-Scarlett-Johansson?key=6c6db1c2b67646b041b6984b87417eed"&gt;&lt;img alt="The faces of 2 and Scarlett Johansson combined together - " src="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/6c6db1c2b67646b041b6984b87417eed/0/7723442/2-and-Scarlett-Johansson.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="2 and Kate Winslet Faces Combined Together - " href="http://www.morphthing.com/image/7723351-2-and-Kate-Winslet?key=5cc26ca9b204bb772fc9a0fadbf48ac5"&gt;&lt;img alt="2 and Kate Winslet Faces Combined Together - " src="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/5cc26ca9b204bb772fc9a0fadbf48ac5/0/7723351/2-and-Kate-Winslet.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guesses who I Morphed with?? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep guessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I still can't believe I have ugly genes (ok, not genes...ugly features?)!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4523380263723611920?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4523380263723611920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4523380263723611920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4523380263723611920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4523380263723611920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-eurasion-forget-it.html' title='Me? Eurasian? Forget it!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-5249978828121329054</id><published>2008-09-18T09:41:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:42:01.978+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>What Do You See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SNGd9v4iGFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Dq_DZaE565M/s1600-h/P1030678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SNGd9v4iGFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Dq_DZaE565M/s320/P1030678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247148725014501458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you see in the picture?&lt;br /&gt;Does it trigger any of your senses?&lt;br /&gt;Visual, olfactory, auditory, touch...?&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's only a bin with 2 discarded milk cartons, a plastic container and perhaps some food scraps here and there, think AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;This thing you see in the picture just produces/releases a stench that is totally, utterly, completely, thoroughly and absolutely (I almost used up all the possible words that mean what I wanna mean) revolting, repugnant, nauseating, repulsive, stomach-turning, foul, *insert synonyms* you could ever encounter in your human existence!&lt;br /&gt;Every time, I stand next to it to wash my cutlery, I just wish someone would use a pillow/cushion to suffocate me!!&lt;br /&gt;Just talking about it triggers my olfactory receptors...urgh! *barfs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.richardsibbes.com/images/00.spurgeon.vomit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.richardsibbes.com/images/00.spurgeon.vomit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found some super gross pics of vomit but&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd be kind to my "readers" and choose a less sickening pic =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to my textbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a terrific week ahead! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-5249978828121329054?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/5249978828121329054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=5249978828121329054&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5249978828121329054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5249978828121329054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-you-see.html' title='What Do You See?'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SNGd9v4iGFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Dq_DZaE565M/s72-c/P1030678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-2175051293915114636</id><published>2008-09-11T09:25:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:41:53.497+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Right....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LmN0I5KXeMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LmN0I5KXeMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umno suspends Ahmad three years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQxNVVubUow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQxNVVubUow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad: I made no mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I've never been into politics. I guess now it's time for me to find out what politics is about. I wonder why people fight in politics. For status? Power? Reputation? *sigh* Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-2175051293915114636?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/2175051293915114636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=2175051293915114636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2175051293915114636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2175051293915114636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/09/right.html' title='Right....'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-1437970123025353112</id><published>2008-09-09T22:07:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:10:22.639+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I don't know...</title><content type='html'>...what's gotten over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling like a "walking corpse" (in malay: bangkai bernyawa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk on the streets, I just wanna stare into space and daydream.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in class, I just can't wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm home, I just wanna snuggle under my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm under the covers, I never wanna wake up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm awake, I can't wait for night to come - so that I can go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;When I have assignments, I look forward to the days when I'll be going home.&lt;br /&gt;When I have nothing to do, I'll imagine myself being back in Penang and wonder what I would be doing if I was.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at my study period planner, I can't wait for every week to b over so that I can cross 'em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SMZDeldHBSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/n1QzwB7AQio/s1600-h/P1030425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SMZDeldHBSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/n1QzwB7AQio/s320/P1030425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243953008848864546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how a study period planner looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now, I don't know what it is that is keeping me going. I might be on the verge of giving up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-1437970123025353112?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/1437970123025353112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=1437970123025353112&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1437970123025353112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/1437970123025353112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SMZDeldHBSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/n1QzwB7AQio/s72-c/P1030425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-165472272622168051</id><published>2008-09-04T21:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:39:22.452+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Miscellaneous stuff #1</title><content type='html'>First of all, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Y 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;0T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;H B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Y Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;FE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p112/dantesbow/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p112/dantesbow/birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope that your birthday was a blast! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of food!!&lt;br /&gt;I had been craving for food...any type of food for the past few weeks and now I'm glad to say I'm finally sick of food!!&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's right. S-I-C-K!&lt;br /&gt;So, wanna know my secret to it?&lt;br /&gt;ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;go stuff ur face with plenty of food until you feel like throwing all up!&lt;br /&gt;That's what I did...at a buffet!&lt;br /&gt;I've never stuffed myself so much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason is cause I'm a Chinese...LOL... wanna make every cent I paid worth it...so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, spring has just arrived but I can't wait for next year's winter already!!&lt;br /&gt;Those who know why, don't spoil it by revealing it here XP&lt;br /&gt;I shall make a grand announcement when the time eventually comes =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Nowhere in Africa 2 days ago...and I don't think it's your average type of movie.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is based on a book, which is based on a true story of the author.&lt;br /&gt;About how the author and her family had to runaway from German during the Nazis (?) to Africa...dunno how to explain. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a little dragging but it was good...lasted for 2 hours and 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking alot about it and it was heartwarming in the end =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you guys dunno what the poll by the side of my blog is for...&lt;br /&gt;I'm collecting opinions on what I should do with my hair so that when I go home during summer, I'm gonna trim it/cut it...whichever option gets the highest vote. Here's a picture of me beginning of August. Please make your vote, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SL6WU1-LIsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VH4pyhYGLBg/s1600-h/P1030183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SL6WU1-LIsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VH4pyhYGLBg/s320/P1030183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241792301135241922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I walk in the streets of Adelaide, I still feel so surreal. I still cannot grasp the fact that I'm here, staying and studying in Adelaide. Sometimes when I open my eyes in the morning, the first thought that comes to my mind is 'Oh, this isn't my room back home. Another day of lecture, tute...same old routine.' =( I'm so miserable it's not good for my psychological well-being. Well, not miserable 24/7 but...still miserable enough to want to go back home! But sometimes I think to myself 'Adelaide has a beautiful, clear blue sky, clean roads, some friendly people, convenient public transport etc.' Still, nothing beats home! You can buy a house with money, but you can't by a H-O-M-E! Now that I'm learning about social networks in Social Psychology. I guess my life fits into a kin-based community. Haha...my family and my aunt's are so close we help out/care for each other so much that it seems like we're immediate family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I'd rather talk to my family than to study/do my readings. It doesn't matter what I'm doing at the moment, as long as my parents msg me to ask if I'm free to talk, I'd always say yes unless I'm rushing for an assignment the next day. It's always fun catching up with what's happening back home. How my baby boy is growing up, what my mom does during her free time, how my dad's coping with the cough, where my mom's gonna bring me to eat when I get back etc. It's always fun, we laugh about things. Every night I go to bed, hoping that when I open my eyes in the morning, somehow I'd be lying in my bed in my room back home - that ultra thick and firm mattress, soft and cooling comforter, my cartoony bed sheet and that old pillow I've always kept. The sun rays would shine through my window and I'd hide my head under the comforter to shield my eyes from the rays, always resulting in more sleep. I long to wake up and hear my mom calling out to me "Lin! What do you wanna have for breakfast?" My mom always makes breakfast for dad who's going to work and for me. In fact, she makes breakfast for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with my cousin (my baby boy's mom) the other day and I dunno how we got to the topic of working. This issue had been on my mind for the past few weeks. I dunno how it got there in the first place, my mind that is. I have 2 more years till I finish my bachelor degree and I'm already thinking where I should do my masters. Well, you see...studying in UK has always been my dream. I could go to UK and do my masters but it takes 3 years there...plus I could apply for PR in Australia easily after my bachelor degree but if I go to UK and change my mind, it'd be harder to apply for it then. So, how? I wanna at least work a few years overseas to earn back some of the money my parents have spent on my education + gain some working experience overseas. My cousin suggested that I work in Singapore cause the government now is really focusing on the quality of child care centres and the prospects for psychologists would be rising in the coming years. =S And I can't possibly leave my parents back in Pg. There's a voice inside telling me that they're not young anymore and you'd never know what might happen tomorrow. I don't wanna live my life regretting not being able to spend time with them when I had the chance to. I don't wanna be busy making money to the extent that I don't even have the time to be with them. That's not what I want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I visited my friend's church and there was this pastor from New Jersey, America - Preston Centuolo. He preached with so much energy and life. He himself had gone through alot when he was growing up, so when he preached, you would feel that he knew what he was talking about. It's always more empowering when the preacher had gone through stuff in his own life. You'd know that he's not juz "preaching" but preaching based on experience! Not too sure if I make much sense. I think I'm just so touched by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, assignments are piling up but I always feel lazy. Somehow this semester I'm not as stressed as the last. Why you may ask. Cause I keep telling myself that there's nothing to be stressed about to the extent that laziness takes over. =( Bad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go and do more productive things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-165472272622168051?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/165472272622168051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=165472272622168051&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/165472272622168051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/165472272622168051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/09/miscellaneous-stuff-1.html' title='Miscellaneous stuff #1'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SL6WU1-LIsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VH4pyhYGLBg/s72-c/P1030183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7280077860238662004</id><published>2008-08-24T21:24:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:39:16.962+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love/Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I know I should be studying...</title><content type='html'>...but I suddenly had a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my friend's blog and she was blogging about high school romance that sorta stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it got me thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never get the chance to experience what high school romance is all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more high school sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more innocent "I like you because I do" sorta feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...I'm getting old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't outgrown my love for silly romantic movies. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I watch a movie with high school romance in it (eg. high school musical/any taiwanese idol drama series), I'd be fantasising myself as the female lead character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, just finished watching Notting Hill (I know, I'm extremely outdated) and oh my God! I loved it...but I know movies can't be real and never can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the ending song though. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original version is not available for embedding so here's the remix. Not bad too! Almost similar =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jh-1WQy-gHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jh-1WQy-gHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, gotta run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7280077860238662004?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7280077860238662004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7280077860238662004&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7280077860238662004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7280077860238662004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-i-should-be-studying.html' title='I know I should be studying...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4286056091238632090</id><published>2008-08-19T11:26:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:31:14.809+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Something to tickle your funny bone!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, when I watched this, my face was like this -&gt; =.="'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh die me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQt-h753jHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQt-h753jHI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mariah Carey's reaction when she watched the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnlSLN63Loc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnlSLN63Loc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The improved version, enjoy! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cT18LZItBLA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cT18LZItBLA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Hopefully the videos made ur day juz like how they made mine! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4286056091238632090?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4286056091238632090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4286056091238632090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4286056091238632090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4286056091238632090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-to-tickle-your-funny-bone.html' title='Something to tickle your funny bone!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-9105557504498199851</id><published>2008-08-15T10:59:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:45:45.119+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Summer plans</title><content type='html'>I know this sounds crazy. It's only the middle of 4th week of my 2nd semester of 2nd year and I'm already planning what to do during summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans usually don't work out (based on experience), for example the Sydney trip, I can save that for another loooong post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes...summer plans. Since one of my best friends, GF, won't be there when I go back home (she's flying to the US tomorrow! *sob*) I would have to entertain myself with stuff I've always wanted to do but haven't gotten the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a list of things I wish to accomplish when I go back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snapshotstomemories.com/images/PC-BabyBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.snapshotstomemories.com/images/PC-BabyBoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visit my baby boy in Singapore! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.417mag.com/images/geobase/8274/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.417mag.com/images/geobase/8274/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Try out different food at different places *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/Qb7XnkOrtAnf0vEZzA-WkuXOTmfJtA43wbaFGq3nJ2Zj0f04igRdpChDOfwOwmTW1YKn2oPXKI6bA0-AwhtjucztjVj7d75p/TwilightMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/Qb7XnkOrtAnf0vEZzA-WkuXOTmfJtA43wbaFGq3nJ2Zj0f04igRdpChDOfwOwmTW1YKn2oPXKI6bA0-AwhtjucztjVj7d75p/TwilightMoviePoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch Twilight with my girl friends!! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://evenapencilhasfearto.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/shopping-logo-tss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://evenapencilhasfearto.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/shopping-logo-tss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do my shopping early (which I dread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookies-in-motion.com/images/tools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cookies-in-motion.com/images/tools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bake/cook =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://masterworks.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/summer-of-music-ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://masterworks.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/summer-of-music-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Practise my piano and hopefully get to learn guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.balletchicago.org/summer/imx/SummerGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.balletchicago.org/summer/imx/SummerGirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Learn ballet (I MUST do it this time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and last but not least, get my freaking driving license!!! I just cross my fingers that the driving instructor won't be an a**hole! Hmph! Made driving a bad experience for me only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's for now! Stay tuned to my boring life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/11571160-9105557504498199851?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/9105557504498199851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=9105557504498199851&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9105557504498199851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9105557504498199851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-plans.html' title='Summer plans'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-6968852417789013559</id><published>2008-08-07T00:27:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:27:15.023+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Specially for Twilighters (Read: JM) XP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my best friends, JM, got KT and I to become twilighters by introducing the book Twilight and showing us the teasers and trailers on youtube whilst feeling extremely anticipated about the movie being released in December (we're so gonna watch it together eh?!). Yesterday, there was a book release party held in Borders. Obviously, it was the release of the 4th book (also final) and sequel of the Twilight series written by Stephenie Meyer – Breaking Dawn. As fans could dress up as their favourite characters and a prize would be given to the best dressed, KT and I thought it was interesting. So as curious as we were, we headed to Borders after grabbing bubble tea each for AUD2 (usual price: $3.90 - went during Happy Hour). I have nothing much to say about the book release party, but what the heck? A picture says a thousand words so I'll just let the pictures do the talking! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgzP9cmX5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/0-nzMZEVrcc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230987316476403602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgzP9cmX5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/0-nzMZEVrcc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Kids" 'dressing up' as their favourite characters outside Borders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgy2kZRJFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MagRL0p0eMo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230986880254813266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgy2kZRJFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MagRL0p0eMo/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Breaking Dawn sold out completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgyi1kCc1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/zKTFqaJPCXM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230986541266006866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgyi1kCc1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/zKTFqaJPCXM/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Forks is one of the places in Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for those who don't read Twilight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgyLuUUWWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8z5ufNLxwKM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230986144184031586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgyLuUUWWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8z5ufNLxwKM/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gloria Jeans in Borders was the venue for the event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each group was named after those in the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgtDFYX5vI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kWkxqF5c40c/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230980498198095602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgtDFYX5vI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kWkxqF5c40c/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Denali Clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgtDWdf2gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TAp0VEooz_g/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230980502782990850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgtDWdf2gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TAp0VEooz_g/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Spirit Warriors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc5hwrmTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kKTNcnv_BaE/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962741831506226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc5hwrmTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kKTNcnv_BaE/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The New Ancients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc50SYhkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_f9vNC4uGmg/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962746804700738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc50SYhkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_f9vNC4uGmg/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twilight Lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc6Bs8vpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Kj0Uv4Fjn_E/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962750405787282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc6Bs8vpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Kj0Uv4Fjn_E/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Vegan Bloods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc6pdTMXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RUBVqIKyetA/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962761077567858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc6pdTMXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RUBVqIKyetA/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got bored watching the event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc66zYvxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qq_gQRANhbw/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962765733609234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgc66zYvxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qq_gQRANhbw/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click to enlarge to see the original pose on the book cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgaaiZAFdI/AAAAAAAAANU/PxVsSe53Slk/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960010401420754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgaaiZAFdI/AAAAAAAAANU/PxVsSe53Slk/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Carlisle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgaazC9YHI/AAAAAAAAANc/DPBWTrykVeo/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960014872371314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgaazC9YHI/AAAAAAAAANc/DPBWTrykVeo/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The crowd that participated in the trivia challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgabTEY_fI/AAAAAAAAANk/iih652aF-Pk/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960023468310002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgabTEY_fI/AAAAAAAAANk/iih652aF-Pk/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Team Edward takes it seriously...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgabsrQVJI/AAAAAAAAANs/SVS9uolbeqA/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960030342206610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgabsrQVJI/AAAAAAAAANs/SVS9uolbeqA/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Werewolf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgab5Wh9-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Q-Fu5tR1uRE/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960033744943074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgab5Wh9-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Q-Fu5tR1uRE/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I vote "no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZaE9_VvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/J6B_ulqSHq8/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230958902991869682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZaE9_VvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/J6B_ulqSHq8/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not the worst one yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZaTXgIeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TDiu83Fel8k/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230958906856972770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZaTXgIeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TDiu83Fel8k/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this is my personal favourite XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZa9uGZ4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q4KS9QTA5kQ/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230958918226044802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZa9uGZ4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q4KS9QTA5kQ/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edward look-alike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think his 'gf' saw me snapping his pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZbEpgt2I/AAAAAAAAANE/3Ccc-S-X44U/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230958920085845858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZbEpgt2I/AAAAAAAAANE/3Ccc-S-X44U/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made KT join me! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZbelIogI/AAAAAAAAANM/KUOtzFmeydg/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230958927046812162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgZbelIogI/AAAAAAAAANM/KUOtzFmeydg/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The winners of best dressed with Borders staff (2 on the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Nothing much really. But it was interesting to witness a book release party? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-6968852417789013559?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/6968852417789013559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=6968852417789013559&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6968852417789013559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6968852417789013559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/08/specially-for-twilighters-read-jm-xp.html' title='Specially for Twilighters (Read: JM) XP'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SJgzP9cmX5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/0-nzMZEVrcc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-6217486983210671881</id><published>2008-08-05T21:46:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:59:28.865+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Other Boleyn Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-news_competition-main_picture-11"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-news_competition-main_picture-11" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oops, excuse the bad quality of the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe I actually finished reading The Other Boleyn Girl. I thought the story would be long and winding but once I started on the 1st page, I just wanted to keep on reading until the last page! Never thought I'd enjoy reading stories about the Tudor courts although I didn't quite get the organisation. It was a really interesting read! At the same time, I felt for Mary Boleyn (acted by Scarlett Johansson) - the love-hate relationship between her and her sister (and family). The story is told from Mary's perspective. While reading the book, a thought constantly crossed my mind: Thank God I wasn't born in that era! I wouldn't say much to spoil it for those who haven't read the book/watched the movie. Go check it out yourself! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: I just cross my fingers that the movie would be as good as the book as the book is really thick (at least for me) and the story is stretched across a period of more than 10 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-6217486983210671881?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/6217486983210671881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=6217486983210671881&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6217486983210671881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6217486983210671881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/08/other-boleyn-girl.html' title='The Other Boleyn Girl'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3958342965676909297</id><published>2008-08-04T10:49:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:01:23.995+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Start of a new semester</title><content type='html'>It's the 1st day of the 2nd week of the 2nd semester and I'm blogging at the computer in uni because my comp is "unwell" at the moment and I don't wanna overstrain it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now waiting for my mom to send me over some CDs that are needed for my comp. Gonna format my comp cause I can't stand it anymore. Without my comp, I can do nothing! Well, I can do other stuff like studying/reading my novel, but that's about it! No entertainment, no communication with friends and family! Sad...I know. If only I have TV or more ppl here to talk to. Then I wouldn't need to rely on my comp (or rather internet) so much. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life's full of hurdles. And I'm motivated than ever to complete this semester cause I know that my flight back to Penang during the summer is waiting for me! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had to brave the rain to classes because I carelessly left my umbrella in my friend's car. So I reached my lecture all wet. *sigh* And the thing I hate about the rain is getting myself wet! 1, because I hate the feeling when the rain dries up, it makes u feel cold. 2ndly, cause I fall sick easily n I've been falling sick alot and mostly due to the rain + wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better stop blogging as there are streams of people coming into the comp pool to use the computers and it would seem very inconsiderate of me to hog one of the comps to blog. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when my comp has "recovered". Till then, take care everyone! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-3958342965676909297?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3958342965676909297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3958342965676909297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3958342965676909297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3958342965676909297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/08/start-of-new-semester.html' title='Start of a new semester'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8785301698951152605</id><published>2008-07-30T21:07:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:28:43.309+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Merry Maree XP</title><content type='html'>Instructions:Remove one question from below and add in your personal question, making it a total of 20 questions. Then tag 8 people from your list. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At what age do you wish to marry? Anytime after 24 and that I'm able to have kids before 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket? Anywhere except places that I've been to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What’s your favourite thing to do? Read a book/online/facebook-ing/sleeping/daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you think money can buy happiness? Depends on the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe you can survive without money? Yes, if people actually donate/sponsor me food =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What are you afraid to lose the most? My soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If you win $1 million, what will you do? I'll save them all up in the bank to earn interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) List out 3 good points about the person who tagged you. Kind, soft-spoken and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If you have only one wish, what will you wish for? More wishes! (Khoo, 2008) [See?? I reference ok?! don't say i plagiarise ah! *blek*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you could rewind time, would you? Yes, definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What’s your ambition? To be a psychologist, a wife and mother =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What’s your favourite song at the moment? David Cook's Always be my baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) If you can teleport once, where would you go? North Pole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you think is the most important in your life? God, my family and friends, health and education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) If you could undo one mistake in the past, what would it be? Not lose temper so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change? Not to be judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What music have you been listening to recently? Love songs, romantic songs, whatever you call them XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is the one thing you cannot do but you wish you could? Dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Sushi or Steamboat? Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you knew that you would die tomorrow, what would you do 24 hours before that? I would personally write letters to my loved ones with words of encouragement and to let them know that they meant something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Pras, YF, Jennifer, Yee Huey, Shaun, Joyce, Xin Yi and Alison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8785301698951152605?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8785301698951152605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8785301698951152605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8785301698951152605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8785301698951152605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-by-merry-maree-xp.html' title='Tagged by Merry Maree XP'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-2310132429450396992</id><published>2008-07-17T21:46:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:49:19.067+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>It's time to breakaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stephen60.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/leaving.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://stephen60.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/leaving.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I'm going! =D See you guys soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-2310132429450396992?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/2310132429450396992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=2310132429450396992&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2310132429450396992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2310132429450396992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-to-breakaway.html' title='It&apos;s time to breakaway'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4133404834491272877</id><published>2008-07-11T21:42:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:29:24.659+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad stuff'/><title type='text'>Just ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Warning: Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT proceed if you're prone to giving negative comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I know no one likes a whiny post but I'll whine all I want cause it's my blog anyway. Just need a place to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do now is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.health-in-action.org/library/pdf/Shaken%20Baby/Images/Waa%20cry%20baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.health-in-action.org/library/pdf/Shaken%20Baby/Images/Waa%20cry%20baby2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna cry and whine and complain and kick and scream! I don't know what's wrong with me these days. After recovering from this mysterious illness (No coughing, no sore throat, no mucous whatsoever, no fever, had diarrhea twice in 1 night, feel sleepy all the time and depressed) I have no appetite to eat anything at ALL! =( Everytime I crave for something, I don't feel motivated to go and satisfy my craving. Y? Because it's so damn freaking cold outside! So, I have to settle for something like instant noodles? OK, so instant noodles aren't that bad...in fact, sometimes I crave for them. BUT when I start eating my 1st mouthful, I feel like vomitting immediately! o.O At this point, I do sound like a pregnant woman eh? Nevermind that. So, I feel hungry and I eat...but I do NOT feel like I've eaten anything at all! My stomach feels empty and not only that, it feels like something's grinding my stomach and I feel like vomitting again! *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, won't you miss your mummy if you were in my shoes?! I know I do...I miss the times when I used to be sick back home. All I needed to do is lie in bed and sleep and sleep and dearest mummy'd take care of my meals, be it plain oats with cream crackers, porridge, milo with nestum or simply chicken soup. ='( I'm sure most of you have experienced that feeling of being taken care of. If you don't, then I'm not sure if I should feel sorry for you. ANYWAY, back to my ramblings. The thing is, you see, when you're sick, you feel like life's been sucked outta your body and you don't even feel like budging, what more cook?! So I had to survive on my breakfast bars and my instant 3-in-1 black sesame &amp;amp; oat drink for that 1 miserable day cause I didn't feel like moving! I tried going to the kitchen and cook but it was sooooo cold! I just felt like curling up under my blanket! Since I was able to get outta bed feeling less cold than before, I thought I've recovered completely but... ='( Today, I thought maybe I could be more "independent" and cook myself porridge. What do you know?! That stupid damn freaking rice! So hard to cook! Argh! It's brown rice and it's got husk as the outer layer and  the last time I cooked porridge, I had to stand there and stir and add water and stir and add water for 1 whole freaking hour! So this time I started cooking at 5:30pm, thinking that maybe it'll cook before 7pm so that I can eat it as dinner but NO! The rice...as stubborn as a....as a...nevermind. It just won't cook! I started cooking at 5:30pm and ended up eating at 7 something! By the time I finished cooking, I had no more energy left!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemate, Jennifer, says that I'm not ready to live independently yet. The thing is, how do you define "independent"?? It's kind of subjective don't you think?! I mean, I can but I choose to miss my mom. So does that mean I'm not independent? I sure am living "independently" because I'm doing everything on my own. Because I'm FORCED to, not because I'm ready or anything. How do you even know if you're ready or not? =S After catching up with M, a friend from the hostel I stayed in last year, I realised both M and I are quite similar. Both of us need human touch. We need to be able to talk to people. I think that's one of the reasons why I'm so depressed. I don't have anyone else to talk to except Jennifer. It's not that I don't like talking to her or anything but I don't wanna keep bothering her with my stuff. Believe it or not, I've only learnt how to bottle up my feelings since I came here. Never back home. I used to blurt everything to mom when random thoughts cross my mind. Or my brother...used to annoy the hell outta him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P once said to me "being independent doesn't mean you have to be lonely". And I so agree on that! I mean, I used to think if you're able to be alone, entertain yourself, live life alone, do things alone, you're independent. It's so NOT! It's called depressing! =( And I also realised something else about myself. I love to be surrounded by people. People whom I can talk to. People whom I can laugh with. I don't enjoy walking down Rundle Mall alone, looking at people passing me by. I only enjoy it when I've been surrounded by people for too long. Hah, but I haven't been surrounded by people for months now! All I need is some human touch!! If it means going out and roaming the streets alone, I'd rather stay in my room all day and read or surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I admit it. I miss the life in Hosanna. Not the place, but the people, the company! Those were the days when I could just walk outta my room and into any of my friend's room!! When I'm stressed, I could just look for them to relieve stress and it actually works! At least I never always stayed in my room...now I stay in my room most of the time...I think even the walls are laughing at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, I just wish I could walk to the sink and vomit!!!! Hate the feeling of nausea.  o.O I can just go on and on and on...enough.  I'm starting to feel sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-4133404834491272877?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4133404834491272877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4133404834491272877&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4133404834491272877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4133404834491272877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-ramblings.html' title='Just ramblings'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-6208417895799174319</id><published>2008-07-10T12:55:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:07:19.810+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I'm not alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, thank God I woke up today feeling myself again! Didn't feel as cold as 2 days ago. =) Was bored so I decided to blog hop. And I came across a kindergarten friend of mine! We kinda met each other again 2 years ago under a very funny (in a weird way) circumstance. I still have that kindergarten class photo sitting on the piano back home in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've learnt alot from her blog. About life, God and ourselves. I always thought that I was the only one struggling through university life. Reading her blog is freaky cause it's just like reading my life out of her blog. Last year, I used to blog about how I cannot be myself in Australia because I always feel out of place and it's not where I belong. Guess what?! She feels the same way too!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Probably because there is the familiarity of the environment and friends in Penang." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is what she wrote. I feel exactly the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also stated that it's not the place where she's studying in that is unpleasant to live in, but because of the stress that needs to be coped that is unbearable. Well, come to think of it, it's true. Adelaide is a nice place to live in, but because of the stress assignments and exams that are piled upon us make it feel like it's an unpleasant place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my weaknesses is that I'm unable to let go of the past and move on. I ponder on one thing too long and too often that sometimes I fail to live the present. Remember the post about Tuck Everlasting? Now I'm afraid of not living life to its fullest. So, hopefully, from now on I shall embrace every moment of my life and not think about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'm making sense here. =) Anyway, got loads to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-6208417895799174319?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/6208417895799174319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=6208417895799174319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6208417895799174319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/6208417895799174319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-alone.html' title='I&apos;m not alone.'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-335679395604643244</id><published>2008-07-09T22:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:33:00.325+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another emo post. Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell sick yesterday evening...I guess I chose the wrong day to go to Glenelg beach. It was the day with the most rain and wind. See? My grammar structure is also weird. Don't even bother to think before typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate being sick, especially during exam period and during the holidays! I thought I could enjoy my holidays now that exam's over, but no...had to stay home and rest because I feel cold all the time and it's freaking cold outside. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these I wish I was back home in Penang where mummy takes care of my meals. All I need to do is rest in bed. ='( Living independently is tough. I mean, I don't mind being independent but I miss being pampered and being cared for, you know? I guess I took my mom for granted. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that daddy's a doctor and mom used to be a nurse, even if I get sick, I don't have to worry about a thing because I'll be in good hands. I know, I'm being emo...It's true what they say..You'll never miss the water till it's gone...something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel old. While watching Lizzie McGuire the movie, I felt like I was back in high school! Back to the times when my friends and I would talk about Hilary Duff in class and that was how I got to know my other friend, M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching touching movies also makes me tear sooo easily. I wonder if something's wrong with my tear glands. How can?! I never used to cry...how can a freaking movie make me cry?! =S Wish I could eat porridge now...mummy!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-335679395604643244?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/335679395604643244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=335679395604643244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/335679395604643244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/335679395604643244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_09.html' title='=&apos;('/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7454014509787475898</id><published>2008-07-07T19:08:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:53:15.495+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>What would you do...</title><content type='html'>...if you could live forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my holidays and I shouldn't be getting myself into whirlwind of emotions since I should feel free, happy and worry-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I stumbled upon the movie Tuck Everlasting at the state library while looking for something to occupy my time during the holidays. And cause I've seen it aired on Disney Channel but never gotten myself to sit down and enjoy the movie, I decided to have it a watch since it's a Disney production and I'm sure Disney movies wouldn't be a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it was not a disappointment at ALL! It was good! I've never cried like that since I was a baby! Not exaggerating...I just cried and cried and sniff and sobbed like nobody's business (thank God my housemate, Jennifer, was out...LOL I'm sure she would've heard me sobbing). Really, it really got me thinking: Would I ever want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I thought how scary it is, to grow older and older each year, and every year, everything changes for better or for worse, whether you like it or not. Sometimes I think to myself, how nice it would be to be young and free forever...don't have to grow up, be a responsible adult, carrying all the burdens in the world on our shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* But at the same time, I feel excited for the future, I wanna know what it would be like working, maybe getting married, having kids, grandchildren...you know? And when you've fulfilled your dreams, I bet it'd feel great, looking back at pieces of memories of your life, knowing that you've lived life to the fullest. But what if we don't? What if we look back at our lives and regret the things we did or did not do or dreams that weren't fulfilled? It'd be so shitty, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I should tell the story of Tuck Everlasting here...maybe you guys can go read the book or watch the movie. The movie's based on an award-winning novel BUT you know how movies are, always somehow a little different from the book. Since I said the movie was great and made me cry like never before, I can assure you that the movies great! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says on the DVD cover: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;If you could choose to live forever, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most favourite quote from the movie is - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;You do not have to be afraid of death, but be afraid of not living.&lt;/span&gt;=')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was ermmm...sad but good. I don't know how to explain..LOL I mean, good for her I guess but bad for him. OK, I'm babbling, a sign that says I should stop now. XP I'll probably tell the story another day...make sure whoever's reading this go and either read the book or watch the movie OK?! Oh! Before I forget *hehe* the male lead character!! He's sooo darn cute! Well I loved the female lead character too, she's Alexis Bledel who stars in Gilmore Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some production pictures from the movie =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lovefilm.com/lovefilm/images/products/5/13845-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.lovefilm.com/lovefilm/images/products/5/13845-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The DVD cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/9/Y/1/tuckeverlastingpubn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/9/Y/1/tuckeverlastingpubn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alexis Bledel as Winnie Foster &amp;amp; Jonathan Jackson as Jesse Tuck in Tuck Everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/M/Y/1/tuckeverlastingpubh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/M/Y/1/tuckeverlastingpubh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7454014509787475898?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7454014509787475898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7454014509787475898&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7454014509787475898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7454014509787475898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7239068377933261859</id><published>2008-07-04T06:19:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:19:56.147+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>=')</title><content type='html'>Noticed the tear and the smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's so unbelievable that good, altruistic people still exist in our midst! Seriously, people nowadays are self-centered and selfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;a href="http://au.news.yahoo.com/a/-/latest/4755749/aussie-died-protecting-love-life"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; actually kinda blew me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7239068377933261859?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7239068377933261859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7239068377933261859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7239068377933261859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7239068377933261859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='=&apos;)'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-3204739066381449636</id><published>2008-06-27T03:24:00.014+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T03:28:05.087+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special days'/><title type='text'>Breakfast!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After planning to go out for breakfast for ages, Jenn and I finally went out for breakfast today despite our sleeping late the night before. Because we couldn't decide where to have our breakfast, we stopped in front of a restaurant (cum cafe) to check out their menu. We wanted to try something that we couldn't make ourselves so we just walked in and settled down for an Eggs Benedict and a Florentine. We shared half of each. By the time we finished our breakfast, we were sick of eggs. You'll see why. While waiting, we decided to take pictures to capture the moment of having breakfast out during exam period. =P The restaurant had red walls with blue pillars and paintings on the wall. It was a cosy place to have breakfast in the midst of winter (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLx5Hwms6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/yRj2UKVrp5I/s1600-h/restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLx5Hwms6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/yRj2UKVrp5I/s320/restaurant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215997282086204322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The restaurant along Rundle Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLwht0LxTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vjyESQCx7Uc/s1600-h/painting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLwht0LxTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vjyESQCx7Uc/s320/painting1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215995780473275698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Painting on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLv36oMAoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z6SDECA_oG4/s1600-h/painting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLv36oMAoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z6SDECA_oG4/s320/painting2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215995062358114946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another painting on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLvLPPqyHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/F_80vsDQFfk/s1600-h/us2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLvLPPqyHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/F_80vsDQFfk/s320/us2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215994294798305394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Us before Jenn's hot chocolate arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLyL2HELvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_V-QkEsnkao/s1600-h/hot+choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLyL2HELvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_V-QkEsnkao/s320/hot+choc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215997603766087410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jenn's hot chocolate with a marshmallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLvf7JZ4DI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RddL7S3JxeU/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLvf7JZ4DI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RddL7S3JxeU/s320/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215994650180575282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Us with our breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;(The only decent picture out of 4 or 5 pics the waitress took =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLuoQv9AHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xiU5Pdup0t4/s1600-h/benedict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLuoQv9AHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xiU5Pdup0t4/s320/benedict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215993693906731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eggs benedict&lt;br /&gt;(Pouched eggs covered in a thick sauce on foccacia bread with ham &amp;amp; spinach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLuX4gnL1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/c6ehFBc2it0/s1600-h/florentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLuX4gnL1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/c6ehFBc2it0/s320/florentine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215993412522028882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Florentine&lt;br /&gt;(Toast with scrambled eggs, spinach, mushrooms and a tomato)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLuHuEQyKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bSbtXtmNlHs/s1600-h/mix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLuHuEQyKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bSbtXtmNlHs/s320/mix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215993134840858786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Combination of both =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLtRiyZtdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5dK3xgKfBJY/s1600-h/clean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLtRiyZtdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5dK3xgKfBJY/s320/clean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215992204100220370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we finished them off! o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was the biggest breakfast Jenn and I ever had!! Ahhhh...Now back to studying! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/11571160-3204739066381449636?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/3204739066381449636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=3204739066381449636&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3204739066381449636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/3204739066381449636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast!!'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SGLx5Hwms6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/yRj2UKVrp5I/s72-c/restaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7964179826995863109</id><published>2008-06-23T08:23:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:36:36.152+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's times like these...</title><content type='html'>...that we need to turn to Him more!&lt;br /&gt;Been studying non-stop (with occasional breaks in between) &amp;amp; now when I step into my room and see my desk, I feel like throwing up...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of books already...&lt;br /&gt;When will this all end?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church today, and during Praise &amp;amp; Worship session, I nearly cried while singing this song.&lt;br /&gt;I've been striving so hard to do well in my exams that sometimes I forget His faithfulness to me, leaving Him out of my life &amp;amp; letting Him in during good times!&lt;br /&gt;So, now, I just need to do my best and leave the rest to Him!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I got a phone call from a friend whom I had a same class with last year. She asked me tips on exams as she's taking a subject that I took last year. After catching up a little, she asked me if I've seen Emma (another girl in our class) around. Apparently, last year she had cancer...was juz initial stage and she tried calling her last few months but no one picked up. I was quite taken aback actually...never thought that someone you have contact with would have cancer. It's quite unbelievable if you ask me. Made me think of &lt;a href="http://karencheng.com.au/2005/01/04/no-place-higher/"&gt;Karen Cheng&lt;/a&gt;, whom her husband had cancer and survived it and now living a very fulfilling life with her and kids!! Really makes you think twice on how you wanna spend your lifetime eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the song I wanna share with all my readers! Enjoy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3mZH9T9XNVU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3mZH9T9XNVU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7964179826995863109?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7964179826995863109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7964179826995863109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7964179826995863109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7964179826995863109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-times-like-these.html' title='It&apos;s times like these...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-5317527885491471225</id><published>2008-06-19T13:23:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:25:24.793+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love/Dating'/><title type='text'>A Dating Guide for Women: "Man Talk" Translation</title><content type='html'>Was having one of those study breaks and I came across &lt;a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/85599/a-dating-guide-for-women-man-talk-translation;_ylc=X3oDMTU2b25vMGpjBF9HA3BlcnNvbmFscwRfUwMyNzE2MTQ5BF9zAzIwMjM0MTAyNzMEawNBIERhdGluZyBHdWlkZSBmb3IgV29tZW46ICZxdW90O01hbiBUYWxrJnF1b3Q7IFRyYW5zbGF0aW9uBHNlYwNmcF90b2RheQRzbGsDYS1kYXRpbmctZ3VpZGUtZm9yLXdvbWVuLW1hbi10YWxrLXRyYW5zbGF0aW9uBHp6A2E-"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; on Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found it rather interesting so I copied and pasted it here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sometimes it's not what men say, but it's their actions that are significant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is necessary for women to learn to interpret men's roundabout way of communicating with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;div class="contentPullQuoteRight"&gt;&lt;div class="vwmod" id="yperContentPullQuoteRight_19"&gt;&lt;div class="bd"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div class="ft"&gt;         &lt;div class="rft"&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!--End module--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;Here are 10 things that men say and do, and what they really mean:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; He starts talking about how crazy all his single friends lives are, and then he tells you that he doesn't miss it at all. What most women will think if they hear this, is that he misses those days. This is not true. He says this because he is looking for confirmation that you feel exactly the same way. He also wants to communicate that he's ready to take the relationship to the next level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Since you recently took him to your family's house for dinner, he can't stop talking about how much fun he had with your brother. What he means here is that he really likes your family, and wouldn't mind being a part of your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; He teases you about things like how clumsy you are or about how you put smiley faces in every one of your emails. What he's really telling you when he does this is that he really likes you a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Remember that men are just giant boys... we tease the ones we love and ignore the ones we don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;/em&gt; A man tells you he needs his space. So what does this mean to you? It means that you need to ignore him and not call him. Men love the chase. By not calling him, he'll start calling you and wondering what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; A man says that he really wants you to meet his parents. What does this mean in man talk? He's telling you that you are his girlfriend, and that he is ready to take it to the next level by getting you involved with his family. This brings us right to the next bit of man talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; When a man calls you and says, "I want you to meet my friends on Friday night," this is as big as meeting his parents. He's introducing you to his pack. It means that he thinks you are attractive and sexy, and he wants to show you off to his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; After sleeping over at his house several times, he tells you that the next time you sleep over you should bring some things to make you feel more comfortable and a change of clothing. In man talk, that is basically telling you that he's wondering what it would be like to live with you. He also wants your things around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; You have plans with him on a Sunday, and you find out that he passed up floor seats to his favorite basketball team to keep those plans with you. What does that tell you in man talk? It tells you that he's hooked... and that you are his girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; He is watching one of your favorite shows on a night you're not together, and he calls you afterwards to talk about it. In man talk, what does this mean? By doing this, he's telling you that he pays attention to you, and he's interested in learning more about you and sharing more things with you. Men generally do not choose to watch "Project Runway" on their own. If we're watching your TV shows, we really like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; He tells you, "I've cleaned today." What this means in man talk is, "I spent the day doing something I dislike more than anything." You need to realize that when a man says this to you, he really likes you. To most men, cleaning the house is just about the worst way he can spend a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weekendkindness.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/windowslivewriterlovers-14439lovers-poster6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.weekendkindness.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/windowslivewriterlovers-14439lovers-poster6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: what do u think? rather interesting and true huh? But I'm not too sure about the words I coloured in white though =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-5317527885491471225?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/5317527885491471225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=5317527885491471225&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5317527885491471225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/5317527885491471225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/dating-guide-for-women-man-talk.html' title='A Dating Guide for Women: &quot;Man Talk&quot; Translation'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-2905363747452245971</id><published>2008-06-17T07:24:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-17T07:24:00.598+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Girls</title><content type='html'>I just LOVE LOVE LOVE this version of Beautiful Girls by Jojo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETM9PLUUmQg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETM9PLUUmQg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-2905363747452245971?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/2905363747452245971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=2905363747452245971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2905363747452245971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/2905363747452245971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-girls.html' title='Beautiful Girls'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-4915052139067061819</id><published>2008-06-16T09:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:51:00.233+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>My dream interpretation</title><content type='html'>Saw a quiz on Yahoo!7, so I took in since I've been having weird dreams since this year...the following is my dream interpretation. Please do not judge me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You may struggle to understand your dreams or are closed to the idea that dreams can be helpful. You may be experiencing a stressful period in your life or have some deeper concerns, which may need to be acknowledged. You may be very organised, perhaps mathematical and think in words rather than pictures. You may find that keeping a dream diary will help you spot any patterns in your dreaming and any messages being offered to you. You may have some issues surrounding power or control, perhaps over your boss or closer to home. You may have a sexual desire which you'd like fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: don't think i'll ever stop blogging...ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&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/11571160-4915052139067061819?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/4915052139067061819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=4915052139067061819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4915052139067061819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/4915052139067061819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dream-interpretation.html' title='My dream interpretation'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-9221201671174265169</id><published>2008-06-15T13:51:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:13:48.551+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>OK folks, this will be my LAST post before my exam. I have no time to lose/waste!! But somehow I find blogging quite relaxing...who knows, I might blog again to relieve stress =P For the meantime, this looks like the stuff I need to study in less than 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bookpublishing.com/images/Home_Photo_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bookpublishing.com/images/Home_Photo_books.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowledge packaged in strings of sentences compiled in books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.lib.umn.edu/baili009/architecture/frustrated2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blog.lib.umn.edu/baili009/architecture/frustrated2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I feel like killing myself by swallowing pieces of lego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nextbrick.net/images/lego_suicides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.nextbrick.net/images/lego_suicides.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I just feel like going to sleep and never wake up to this stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smart-kit.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/sleep-learning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.smart-kit.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/sleep-learning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so busy studying that I don't even have time for my beauty regime =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SFOfOvDlXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gRfYgvwLGCk/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SFOfOvDlXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gRfYgvwLGCk/s320/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211684269296279170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know it'd be all worthwhile when the moment comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.graduatefinance.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/graduate-finance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.graduatefinance.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/graduate-finance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I'll be working as a psychologist, my lifelong dream since I was 14 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/working-woman-with-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.stuff.co.nz/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/working-woman-with-bag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Counselling people with psychological problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lib.lbcc.edu/handouts/images/psychology/JustPlainNuts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lib.lbcc.edu/handouts/images/psychology/JustPlainNuts.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and not forgetting God's plan for me! Wheee...how exciting! I wonder what it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: wish me all the best!! i MUST fulfill my dream..i MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/EELIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/EELIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-9221201671174265169?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/9221201671174265169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=9221201671174265169&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9221201671174265169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9221201671174265169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SFOfOvDlXoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gRfYgvwLGCk/s72-c/DSC00325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-9112548478748455245</id><published>2008-06-13T13:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:39:47.187+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love/Dating'/><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>...I've finished reading Shopaholic Ties the Knot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanted to finish it so that I could return it to the library and concentrate on my revision.&lt;br /&gt;Her books are all so entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of this book was simply romantic!&lt;br /&gt;Not just the ending actually, the way Luke proposed to Becky was romantic too but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'll just shut up and show u the ending...&lt;br /&gt;I'm melting to the ground!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Becky Bloomwood, I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Becky Brandon now, remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"There's only one Becky Bloomwood. Never stop being her. Whatever you do. Never stop being Becky Bloomwood."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, isn't that the most romantic thing a guy could say to his wife?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-9112548478748455245?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/9112548478748455245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=9112548478748455245&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9112548478748455245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/9112548478748455245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7852102271406567319</id><published>2008-06-12T09:34:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:34:02.157+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Taking a break from studying</title><content type='html'>Came across this song while taking a break from studying.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Mariah Carey - Bye Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child there were them times&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it but you kept me in line&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why you didn't show up sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's something more than saying "I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;But when we talked too&lt;br /&gt;All them grown folk things&lt;br /&gt;Separation brings&lt;br /&gt;You never let me know it&lt;br /&gt;You never let it show because&lt;br /&gt;You loved me and obviously&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more left to say&lt;br /&gt;If you were with me today face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;And soon as you reach a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll give the whole world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'm right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bye Bye &lt;i&gt;[3x]&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never got the chance to see how good I've done&lt;br /&gt;And you never got to see me back at number one&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here to celebrate together&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could spend the holidays together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you used to tuck me in at night&lt;br /&gt;With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were so strong&lt;br /&gt;That you can make it through whatever&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bye bye bye bye bye bye &lt;i&gt;[3x]&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandfather&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="false" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v60099879&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="false" src="http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v60099879&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I especially dedicate this song to Yee Huey who just lost her grandmother. *hugs* Love ya! Though I know you're feeling better now, just wanna let you know that it's not bye bye =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7852102271406567319?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7852102271406567319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7852102271406567319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7852102271406567319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7852102271406567319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/taking-break-from-studying.html' title='Taking a break from studying'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-7888339558311823089</id><published>2008-06-11T10:14:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:16:53.458+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>I think I haven't blogged about this before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate it when a person says "whatever" to me when I'm trying to make a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really mean it, I HATE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I DESPISE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me to the max and I never say "whatever" to someone unless I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you know what I'm feeling when I actually use the word "whatever" unless I say it in a bimbotic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone says that word to me, it makes me feel like what I'm trying to say doesn't mean a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, they're just trying to brush you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally HATE it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's weird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I show my anger, people might just think "that's just a minor problem, why is she making a big deal out of it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I do not show how pissed I am, people around me will just continue saying that word!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it! Next time if I'm quiet and do not talk to you, you should know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood and scars,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-7888339558311823089?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/7888339558311823089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=7888339558311823089&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7888339558311823089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/7888339558311823089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-5508708104105287997</id><published>2008-06-09T05:59:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-09T05:59:00.333+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health/Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Happy/Unhappy feet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="yfop" height="270" width="320"&gt;Well, after watching this video, I 'm just glad I always choose my shoes  properly!  So I had to share this video with everyone who reads my blog! =)  It's advisable not to wear flip flops if you're gonna do a lot of walking. It's OK to not listen to me, but do listen to the expert. ;) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: And yes, although I said that my previous post would be the last post before my exam, I just thought that most of our feet (and the problems that go together with them) are at stake! 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I'll make this post as brief and less boring as possible! XP Oh, and this will be my last post before my exam...gotta study full-time from tomorrow onwards! =) This is one of my rare posts with pictures in it, so do appreciate by showing me some love. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Jennifer, Jen and I haven't gone out together for ages since &lt;a href="http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/05/distance.html"&gt;the night before my birthday&lt;/a&gt;, we decided to go out for lunch today at this new Malaysian Mamak Restaurant. So off we went, with high hopes and expectations since we miss mamak food so much!! Jennifer ordered a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murtabak&lt;/span&gt;, Jen a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roti telur&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roti canai&lt;/span&gt;, and I a plate of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murtabak&lt;/span&gt;. Well, to cut it short, all our hopes and expectations shattered into millions of pieces! From the moment the food was served to the moment we walked out of the restaurant, we had already made 1001 comments/complains! The food was OK, acceptable...but it just wasn't worth our money. I'll just highlight the main points: curry was too diluted, no spicy fragrance whatsoever, just tasted spicy, that's all; murtabak has no "liao", only some pieces of potatoes instead of onions in it...the supposedly pickled onions that were served weren't fresh (probably from some supermarket pickled onions cause they weren't "crunchy"; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt; had only a tablespoon-full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan bilis&lt;/span&gt; (major disappointment) with less than a quarter of hard-boiled egg and a few pathetic slices of cucumber at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqdueFg20I/AAAAAAAAAGs/How69j0UM6M/s1600-h/mamak+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqdueFg20I/AAAAAAAAAGs/How69j0UM6M/s320/mamak+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209149340683131714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt; shared by Jennifer and I with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murtabak&lt;/span&gt; at the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed to Chocolate Bean! As the name suggests, it's a chocolate dessert place. Everything there just looks so appetising and yummy! Jennifer got a Toblerone, Jen a glass of hot mint chocolate and I got a Chocolate Vanilla Martini. The Toblerone tasted different from the one I drank at some pub called Fumo Blu during my friend's 21st birthday party. The one at Choc Bean doesn't have the honey and alcohol taste whereas the one in Fumo Blu, you could taste the chocolate, honey and alcohol. My Choc Vanilla Martini was whoa! @.@ The alcohol taste totally covered the chocolate and vanilla taste. I had to sip bit by bit cause the alcohol was kinda strong. We sat there having a super girlie talk over our drinks for hours!!! We reached there at around 2pm and left the place at 6pm! LOL We just talked and talked about stuff regarding guys, life, marriage, weddings, college days, ex-bfs, the future, pregnancy, birth-giving, health etc. Now you know how we could sit there for so long! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqdTOvuF7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/FIUMj0mgIiU/s1600-h/drinks%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqdTOvuF7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/FIUMj0mgIiU/s320/drinks%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209148872708724658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Having a girlie chat over our drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since we left the place at 6pm and Jen was feeling a little hungry, we walked home to take a "rest" and to empty our bladders while Jennifer prepared to meet her friends for one of her friends' birthday dinner. I was so hungry by the time Jen and I reached Cafe Primo! I was starving (literally!). Jen ordered Garlic Prawns and a plate of wedges with sour cream and chilli for us to share whereas I ordered a Chicken Focaccia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqc9FzSelI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4mHa5fU5kjg/s1600-h/chicken+foccacia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqc9FzSelI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4mHa5fU5kjg/s320/chicken+foccacia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209148492350650962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Chicken Foccacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqclqDIhjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O3G_M3Ulj6w/s1600-h/garlic+prawns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqclqDIhjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O3G_M3Ulj6w/s320/garlic+prawns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209148089763923506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Garlic Prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqcXvTfrKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/00MlUjRl000/s1600-h/wedges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqcXvTfrKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/00MlUjRl000/s320/wedges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209147850656558242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Wedges with sour cream and sweet chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqcH_n1M0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/fvE2NYyGngE/s1600-h/jen+n+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqcH_n1M0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/fvE2NYyGngE/s320/jen+n+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209147580158915394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It's my "ritual" to take a picture with the food before eating XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Was kinda disappointed with this pic though cause the person who took this left out the wedges&lt;br /&gt;AND left so much space at the top =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqaPZWonpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/efAYC99qzrE/s1600-h/kill+for+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqaPZWonpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/efAYC99qzrE/s320/kill+for+it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209145508301938322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Love playing around with photoshop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Was feeling quite stuffed by the time I finished my last bite of foccacia,&lt;br /&gt;so I decided to do silly things while waiting for my food to be digested...LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahhh...As I'm typing this, I just wished I hadn't eaten like a true Asian (was trying to finish every single thing on my plate to make every cent I paid worth =.= Dumb, I know...we didn't even get our complimentary pancakes because we were too full! I was so full I could hardly walk! =S Anyway, I really had a fun day with the girls...We should do this more often! I love having meals/drinks while catching up with girl friends. Nothing beats that! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, till after my exams in July! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: By the time I was done typing this post, it was already after 12 am. So the "today" mentioned in the post was actually 7th of June. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8559539696431037180?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8559539696431037180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8559539696431037180&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8559539696431037180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8559539696431037180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/girlie.html' title='Girlie Day'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEqdueFg20I/AAAAAAAAAGs/How69j0UM6M/s72-c/mamak+food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-8628179956735714118</id><published>2008-06-08T05:46:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:18:50.420+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>Speechless once again...</title><content type='html'>Well, I've heard about the deeds people in Saudi Arabia do since I was in high school and I naively thought that all of those things will be history in no time. But yet again, I'm left speechless as to why such things exist in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://escapist5.blogspot.com/2008/05/savagery-in-middle-east.html"&gt;this,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://hrw.org/english/docs/2007/11/16/saudia17363.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://savemalak.googlepages.com/icasenglish"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/1557628/Saudis-prepare-to-behead-teenage-maid.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11571160-8628179956735714118?l=troublemaker55.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/feeds/8628179956735714118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11571160&amp;postID=8628179956735714118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8628179956735714118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11571160/posts/default/8628179956735714118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublemaker55.blogspot.com/2008/06/speechless-once-again.html' title='Speechless once again...'/><author><name>Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12184599485209658347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SHYNzXeTOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ItdUNnYbXw4/S220/beach!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11571160.post-9168824603986387805</id><published>2008-06-07T15:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:22:46.090+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Message in a Bottle Tag</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://uronlyjuicy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joyce&lt;/a&gt; to create my own message in a bottle. So here's mine! Well, haven't written poetry for ages and I enjoyed doing this tag as I got to play around with photoshop too!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEkrEIo0RgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4xM7kWxj5vU/s1600-h/bluemsginbot+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEkrEIo0RgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4xM7kWxj5vU/s320/bluemsginbot+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208741794068841986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...Now, here's the part most of the people dread. I tag Jennifer, Pras, Yin Fei, Sze May, Maree, Yee Huey, Daniel, Liz, Shao Thing, Ghee Leng, Xin-Ci, Shaun and Genieve! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are about to send a virtual Message In a Bottle across the Blog Ocean. Leave a message in the sand or on the bottle. Write anything you wish. Be a pirate or a poet. Serious or silly. Anonymous or not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It's really simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;All you need to do is to follow the rules as below : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Compose a message to place in your virtual bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Right click and Save the graphic below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEkq-ejJw1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LNou4Z_5U9I/s1600-h/msg%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bbottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Mb9t02Nx0A/SEkq-ejJw1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LNou4Z_5U9I/s320/msg%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bbottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208741696871449426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Use a graphics program of your choice to place the message on the picture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the meme and these rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Send your "Message In a Bottle" via email to mimiwrites2005@yahoo.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tag a minimum of five people - or your entire blogroll - to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more about this Message in a Bottle tag, &lt;a href="http://mimiwrites.blogspot.com/2008/02/mimis-message-in-bottle-meme.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Stay tuned for updates! 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