<?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-5847642217315059455</id><updated>2011-11-01T01:22:23.262+08:00</updated><category term='Reading'/><category term='Max'/><category term='KBS Teens'/><category term='JPA Interview'/><category term='Kerteh Trip'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='SPM Result'/><category term='books'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Form 6'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Singapore Trip'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Magic Show'/><category term='School days - form 4'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='School days - form 5'/><category term='Chinese New Year 2009'/><category 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simple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't dream to be ultra rich&lt;br /&gt;i didn't wish to own big houses&lt;br /&gt;i didn't long to get expensive cars&lt;br /&gt;i didn't crave for fancy lifestyles&lt;br /&gt;albeit often greed creeps in&lt;br /&gt;but all i ever really wanted&lt;br /&gt;is to live happily with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to see them smile&lt;br /&gt;is all i ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vidsage.com/documentaries/52-documentaries/1449-meals-ready-an-excellent-short-film.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.vidsage.com/documentaries/52-documentaries/1449-meals-ready-an-excellent-short-film.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-1900922512536072033?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/1900922512536072033/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7714140032942568406</id><published>2011-10-01T22:59:00.048+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T02:22:30.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aloha again, today is already the end of week 3. had been really really busy for the 3 weeks! below are the photos of week 1 and week 2. photos are mostly taken during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-autumn festival night!&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/-uctQ0v4FxF8/TodZIi4vRAI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Bp8Nb_3qO0w/s1600/318639_10150311149478941_556348940_7919453_415504252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uctQ0v4FxF8/TodZIi4vRAI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Bp8Nb_3qO0w/s400/318639_10150311149478941_556348940_7919453_415504252_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658589460152927234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunny, a new friend from own hometown :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/-CrTV4NxxWuM/Tocrj-CmdLI/AAAAAAAAA0k/psIBdUs10E4/s1600/DSCN4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CrTV4NxxWuM/Tocrj-CmdLI/AAAAAAAAA0k/psIBdUs10E4/s400/DSCN4201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658539353763640498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pasar Malam walk on Saturday night&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/-CCOjDtkYzAA/TocrR4glFhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/aA8W4iG3DRg/s1600/DSCN4198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCOjDtkYzAA/TocrR4glFhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/aA8W4iG3DRg/s400/DSCN4198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658539043041121810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/-RBwmBoudssw/Tocr_Eh1JkI/AAAAAAAAA00/K_z0Clj1lqk/s1600/DSCN4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBwmBoudssw/Tocr_Eh1JkI/AAAAAAAAA00/K_z0Clj1lqk/s400/DSCN4204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658539819361707586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8E6-E9Xdmss/TocsO2CEUeI/AAAAAAAAA08/rzTl3zxKxS8/s1600/DSCN4208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8E6-E9Xdmss/TocsO2CEUeI/AAAAAAAAA08/rzTl3zxKxS8/s400/DSCN4208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658540090348294626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing new people! heheh, left: Kai Xin from green road, right: crazy girl from serian - Sunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sunday morning I participated Penang Starwalk. I think the distance covered was 6km, around George town's area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRxcGRkmQ_U/TodTDZ1m7jI/AAAAAAAAA4M/sY4M9I8ZYVY/s1600/18092011280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRxcGRkmQ_U/TodTDZ1m7jI/AAAAAAAAA4M/sY4M9I8ZYVY/s400/18092011280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658582774754766386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fT7GFWQlglA/TodVCQsCe2I/AAAAAAAAA5c/eNRmJKFiuho/s1600/Photo0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fT7GFWQlglA/TodVCQsCe2I/AAAAAAAAA5c/eNRmJKFiuho/s400/Photo0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658584954142096226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRIhjaFBBis/TodWao-duXI/AAAAAAAAA5s/dZL1fgXY0wY/s1600/Photo0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRIhjaFBBis/TodWao-duXI/AAAAAAAAA5s/dZL1fgXY0wY/s400/Photo0158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658586472490318194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6rAU0CKq18/TodTOPNAIEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ka28T9svFKc/s1600/18092011283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6rAU0CKq18/TodTOPNAIEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ka28T9svFKc/s400/18092011283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658582960878657602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vM2hgAD2N0o/TodTWEbQUsI/AAAAAAAAA4c/mxiX982h8TA/s1600/18092011287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vM2hgAD2N0o/TodTWEbQUsI/AAAAAAAAA4c/mxiX982h8TA/s400/18092011287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658583095424602818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6oX4Crcl48o/TodTeMO042I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Ytw_Ik1tgfs/s1600/18092011291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6oX4Crcl48o/TodTeMO042I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Ytw_Ik1tgfs/s400/18092011291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658583234958910306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OM-1_cZBhI/TodTmBetzoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DmV5mQh4idc/s1600/18092011292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OM-1_cZBhI/TodTmBetzoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DmV5mQh4idc/s400/18092011292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658583369511718530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKf2ljXZwPE/TodW7fy5epI/AAAAAAAAA58/WoUAMJOcR70/s1600/Photo0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKf2ljXZwPE/TodW7fy5epI/AAAAAAAAA58/WoUAMJOcR70/s400/Photo0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658587036961569426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iykn07TyIQk/TodXAe-Nb8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/481luTnWUpE/s1600/Photo0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iykn07TyIQk/TodXAe-Nb8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/481luTnWUpE/s400/Photo0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658587122639925186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLi8LybV43w/TodWm8iJWDI/AAAAAAAAA50/wpO4JNBcG-c/s1600/Photo0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLi8LybV43w/TodWm8iJWDI/AAAAAAAAA50/wpO4JNBcG-c/s400/Photo0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658586683898681394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfRXoOlgujs/TodXWsjeGCI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7-fwBUxe580/s1600/Photo0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfRXoOlgujs/TodXWsjeGCI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7-fwBUxe580/s400/Photo0190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658587504242989090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktFyAi9m9sQ/TodTut8FpxI/AAAAAAAAA40/AXlR0H8sJGM/s1600/18092011294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktFyAi9m9sQ/TodTut8FpxI/AAAAAAAAA40/AXlR0H8sJGM/s400/18092011294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658583518885029650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-525nq2Saklk/TodT20HcEcI/AAAAAAAAA48/9cu8nlGECM4/s1600/18092011296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-525nq2Saklk/TodT20HcEcI/AAAAAAAAA48/9cu8nlGECM4/s400/18092011296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658583657982202306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3yTFRKV920/TodUHhRMQqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/fTASiNvX8mQ/s1600/18092011300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3yTFRKV920/TodUHhRMQqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/fTASiNvX8mQ/s400/18092011300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658583944980611746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwe9IVa672A/TodUZC7PjiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ZFXQcUW1C5Y/s1600/18092011302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwe9IVa672A/TodUZC7PjiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ZFXQcUW1C5Y/s400/18092011302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658584246073134626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starwalk was fascinating!! enjoyed it wholeheartedly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2 was uni's convocation week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3NVaR4CAB8/TodYK8BEOjI/AAAAAAAAA6U/VK0rGgxuCRE/s1600/22092011320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3NVaR4CAB8/TodYK8BEOjI/AAAAAAAAA6U/VK0rGgxuCRE/s400/22092011320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658588401746852402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mtbh0hTvVBE/TodYllW_8jI/AAAAAAAAA6c/3lR_vkFjQVo/s1600/22092011328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mtbh0hTvVBE/TodYllW_8jI/AAAAAAAAA6c/3lR_vkFjQVo/s400/22092011328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658588859521298994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Redbull Monkey Run!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday, my friends and i went to Queensbay Mall to watch movie. they gave me a surprise! *shy* #^.^#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VkPoxB8OAg/Toct_rAAe6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/Jvz-fJrikuI/s1600/DSCN4426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VkPoxB8OAg/Toct_rAAe6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/Jvz-fJrikuI/s400/DSCN4426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658542028712082338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN6OrMhdspU/Toc-gTHJeBI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rqY_-GPU11o/s1600/DSCN4433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN6OrMhdspU/Toc-gTHJeBI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rqY_-GPU11o/s400/DSCN4433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658560181421307922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing new friends! hahah sitting from left to right, Mary, then me, Sunny, Randal, Andy.&lt;br /&gt;Standing from left to right, Justin, and&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/-RaaoFp_5tPs/Toc8c5H5JcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Sb_fYhkvw7I/s1600/DSCN4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaoFp_5tPs/Toc8c5H5JcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Sb_fYhkvw7I/s400/DSCN4423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658557923882247618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsOxQ0PCVec/TodChfRW3gI/AAAAAAAAA1s/0WipW1rT_Bo/s1600/DSCN4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsOxQ0PCVec/TodChfRW3gI/AAAAAAAAA1s/0WipW1rT_Bo/s400/DSCN4436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658564599911734786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched Fright Night. For the first time in 20 years history, i screamed out of fright with my true voice! thanks to them! they knew the upcoming scene but i didnt. lol. there were some funny scenes too. laughed like crazy. but i watched 90% of the movie behind my fingers. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Saturday, we went to have Bak Kut Teh dinner. That's when they gave me the 2nd surprise!! ##*_*## double shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rQTNT0b9eY/TodD2acIiOI/AAAAAAAAA10/W73gXytwIvA/s1600/DSCN4497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rQTNT0b9eY/TodD2acIiOI/AAAAAAAAA10/W73gXytwIvA/s400/DSCN4497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658566058903636194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_WNATHMopE/TodG3AhBUkI/AAAAAAAAA2M/4WbGiDEbXMw/s1600/DSCN4502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_WNATHMopE/TodG3AhBUkI/AAAAAAAAA2M/4WbGiDEbXMw/s400/DSCN4502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658569367659565634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaao0UCL9gg/TodHr1ABS4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/VGFTpkgGcIY/s1600/DSCN4504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaao0UCL9gg/TodHr1ABS4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/VGFTpkgGcIY/s400/DSCN4504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658570275101428610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQlkEHAuVfQ/TodKP08t_XI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WT2Zr00kN2c/s1600/DSCN4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQlkEHAuVfQ/TodKP08t_XI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WT2Zr00kN2c/s400/DSCN4510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658573092586126706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USYpBvPZq20/TodK7cP63QI/AAAAAAAAA2s/cwfPsLjsjB4/s1600/DSCN4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USYpBvPZq20/TodK7cP63QI/AAAAAAAAA2s/cwfPsLjsjB4/s400/DSCN4517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658573841870019842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8vkgOD8HS0/TodIGMOpDGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/cvZNOH3tVF0/s1600/DSCN4505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8vkgOD8HS0/TodIGMOpDGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/cvZNOH3tVF0/s400/DSCN4505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658570728013368418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's a kiampak parrot in penang hahah Leslie, who's always asking for free slaps from me :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIr_CTmaOeY/TodL0XcPuJI/AAAAAAAAA20/wAdo5_K4_j4/s1600/DSCN4538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIr_CTmaOeY/TodL0XcPuJI/AAAAAAAAA20/wAdo5_K4_j4/s400/DSCN4538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658574819832084626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: At one of the hostels' cafe, Bakti Permai Hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oya, have I mentioned? my hostel's name is Restu. (photos of school compounds, lectures, labs, coursemates, will be uploaded soooon :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below: At open Gym, Saujana Hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLJ4goc_shI/TodNsYT8rMI/AAAAAAAAA3E/PhtZHZPYD6U/s1600/DSCN4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLJ4goc_shI/TodNsYT8rMI/AAAAAAAAA3E/PhtZHZPYD6U/s400/DSCN4547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658576881650019522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Np9iJ3cUsjo/TodN_PJfNvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tQDgyuS_bus/s1600/DSCN4549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Np9iJ3cUsjo/TodN_PJfNvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tQDgyuS_bus/s400/DSCN4549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658577205607741170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NcYk9d5ZH0/TodPbYySFAI/AAAAAAAAA30/5pUGsJ8fXJM/s1600/DSCN4544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NcYk9d5ZH0/TodPbYySFAI/AAAAAAAAA30/5pUGsJ8fXJM/s400/DSCN4544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658578788742730754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YAPZBApY_k/TodOHPbzxyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ry1gEvQ3x00/s1600/DSCN4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YAPZBApY_k/TodOHPbzxyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ry1gEvQ3x00/s400/DSCN4553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658577343123539746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emMXcdr8_mk/TodPp7P_yaI/AAAAAAAAA38/UoxrBfNeZ8Y/s1600/DSCN4545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emMXcdr8_mk/TodPp7P_yaI/AAAAAAAAA38/UoxrBfNeZ8Y/s400/DSCN4545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658579038512335266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dji1d4khga8/TodP4b4FkjI/AAAAAAAAA4E/GW3jvFeaRF0/s1600/DSCN4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dji1d4khga8/TodP4b4FkjI/AAAAAAAAA4E/GW3jvFeaRF0/s400/DSCN4555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658579287788589618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;randal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata. will be having interaction day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;... assignments and quizzes never end ... hooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5847642217315059455-7714140032942568406?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7714140032942568406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7714140032942568406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7714140032942568406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7714140032942568406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-1-2.html' title='week 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uctQ0v4FxF8/TodZIi4vRAI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Bp8Nb_3qO0w/s72-c/318639_10150311149478941_556348940_7919453_415504252_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-1625715958704355020</id><published>2011-09-17T14:31:00.072+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T02:26:11.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week, Orientation week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLln40b_qDM/TnRMRdiautI/AAAAAAAAAzA/z8j7If_SXE4/s1600/DSC04014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aloha! As requested and promised.. Here is the "update" about the first week here. hahah Orientation week was all about talks and talks and forums every day and night. For the whole week, we slept at 2 am ++ and woke up at 6am++.&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/-0mYdDF6llnU/TnRMOx6NkRI/AAAAAAAAAy4/0bHbw143_BA/s1600/DSC04016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0mYdDF6llnU/TnRMOx6NkRI/AAAAAAAAAy4/0bHbw143_BA/s400/DSC04016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653227249056190738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the third day of orientation. Actually not much difference setting from first and second day. 2800 of the first years in Main Hall.&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/-b9PleDz6SI0/TnRMJi_N5dI/AAAAAAAAAyw/zCBsTVg_Wj8/s1600/DSC04017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9PleDz6SI0/TnRMJi_N5dI/AAAAAAAAAyw/zCBsTVg_Wj8/s400/DSC04017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653227159151306194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the arrival of Ketua Setiausaha Negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afD8S76IFME/TnRMFy2hgbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FDxMLhpEJ2w/s1600/DSC04018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afD8S76IFME/TnRMFy2hgbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FDxMLhpEJ2w/s400/DSC04018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653227094690333106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7I4b0rXoiI/TnRMBwqRQNI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3om989XKysE/s1600/DSC04020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7I4b0rXoiI/TnRMBwqRQNI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3om989XKysE/s400/DSC04020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653227025382588626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULzjorcuB1M/TnRL9RDN2WI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0aAu1DwUMxo/s1600/DSC04021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULzjorcuB1M/TnRL9RDN2WI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0aAu1DwUMxo/s400/DSC04021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653226948177811810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-zENPrDJ_8no/TnRL4Cv7pYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ymang-ZwJCE/s1600/DSC04022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zENPrDJ_8no/TnRL4Cv7pYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ymang-ZwJCE/s400/DSC04022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653226858439484802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnbKDedzSU8/TnRL1JQ3uOI/AAAAAAAAAyI/uAFME6qzZd0/s1600/DSC04025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnbKDedzSU8/TnRL1JQ3uOI/AAAAAAAAAyI/uAFME6qzZd0/s400/DSC04025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653226808648644834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-TSS7S1mn5aY/TnRLx4UgYsI/AAAAAAAAAyA/qgDTp77Nif4/s1600/DSC04026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSS7S1mn5aY/TnRLx4UgYsI/AAAAAAAAAyA/qgDTp77Nif4/s400/DSC04026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653226752560882370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some talk about Status Quo.&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/-NZDWs3lj1B8/TnRLt5XvqRI/AAAAAAAAAx4/lMqy4uq7Nq4/s1600/DSC04035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZDWs3lj1B8/TnRLt5XvqRI/AAAAAAAAAx4/lMqy4uq7Nq4/s400/DSC04035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653226684123425042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our installation, there was Q&amp;amp;A session with KSN. Notice the screen on the top right, it was showing live for all 3 campuses.&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/-09CDXO9Ahfw/TnRLqPM7zSI/AAAAAAAAAxw/dJcO8Jj8ksU/s1600/DSC04036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09CDXO9Ahfw/TnRLqPM7zSI/AAAAAAAAAxw/dJcO8Jj8ksU/s400/DSC04036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653226621264186658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Either the Engineering Campus or the Health Campus&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/-vieY9Ka4C3E/TnRLiydwh0I/AAAAAAAAAxo/fEDgJ8sry_M/s1600/DSC04037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vieY9Ka4C3E/TnRLiydwh0I/AAAAAAAAAxo/fEDgJ8sry_M/s400/DSC04037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653226493291038530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every day, from 6th September till 11th September, morning till night, this is where we were, sitting inside here for hours, listening/dozing off.&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/-R8N61bnzMRY/TnRLaLrJhII/AAAAAAAAAxg/KJTVe1h9GSg/s1600/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8N61bnzMRY/TnRLaLrJhII/AAAAAAAAAxg/KJTVe1h9GSg/s400/Photo0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653226345439265922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Except for ONE evening, on the 8th Sept, we finally get to set our feet on the soil. We had Walkrobik Kampus in conjunction of Independence day celebration.&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/-L7VkXCVjycA/TnRJTip_QVI/AAAAAAAAAww/RfOhAfx_Dco/s1600/DSC04041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7VkXCVjycA/TnRJTip_QVI/AAAAAAAAAww/RfOhAfx_Dco/s400/DSC04041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653224032326074706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lining up according to hostels. Practicing own hostel's cheers. Shouting with high spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jY07OoWt2uY/TnRJNzTkyvI/AAAAAAAAAwo/7s8Z2fbwxgA/s1600/DSC04042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jY07OoWt2uY/TnRJNzTkyvI/AAAAAAAAAwo/7s8Z2fbwxgA/s400/DSC04042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653223933716253426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-H5Hw_789FKM/TnRJJ4BpSzI/AAAAAAAAAwg/pHtnOaYU6lA/s1600/DSC04043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5Hw_789FKM/TnRJJ4BpSzI/AAAAAAAAAwg/pHtnOaYU6lA/s400/DSC04043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653223866263751474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I though that was a rabbit, someone corrected me and said it's a mouse. lol&lt;br /&gt;It appeared cuter in real life than in photo. hee&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CjoQtF8GEnU/TnRI6OQMfHI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Z_EhPQWqLLk/s1600/DSC04046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CjoQtF8GEnU/TnRI6OQMfHI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Z_EhPQWqLLk/s400/DSC04046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653223597352451186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The event got started!&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/-1yi1ZnNps6o/TnRImJyhyHI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QcqiLBrYoos/s1600/DSC04047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1yi1ZnNps6o/TnRImJyhyHI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QcqiLBrYoos/s400/DSC04047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653223252556892274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-jck7sBI8BFg/TnRIh-0nl-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/v49Yn6aYoPs/s1600/DSC04049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jck7sBI8BFg/TnRIh-0nl-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/v49Yn6aYoPs/s400/DSC04049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653223180893394914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V9pEJFnxQ0k/TnRIcgANQLI/AAAAAAAAAwA/oQNEVxxs-AY/s1600/DSC04051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V9pEJFnxQ0k/TnRIcgANQLI/AAAAAAAAAwA/oQNEVxxs-AY/s400/DSC04051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653223086721155250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-vnm8LKb4Epk/TnRIY1VKhXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QFyllcqBP3M/s1600/DSC04052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnm8LKb4Epk/TnRIY1VKhXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QFyllcqBP3M/s400/DSC04052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653223023726724466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally arriving at destination&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/-uLiSPstgrBU/TnRIUFOq-JI/AAAAAAAAAvw/IOQzA3cHfsQ/s1600/DSC04053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLiSPstgrBU/TnRIUFOq-JI/AAAAAAAAAvw/IOQzA3cHfsQ/s400/DSC04053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653222942095112338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing lotsa Independence Celebrations' songs. I thought I'll never have the chance to do that anymore after skipping form6's celebration in 2010. :P It felt great. It was the first time, singing those songs with new people. *ex-classmates and schoolmates, i missss you guys!!*&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/-gcgsctUb8GY/TnRICOYbuqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/DOeZjDkUxDw/s1600/DSC04055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcgsctUb8GY/TnRICOYbuqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/DOeZjDkUxDw/s400/DSC04055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653222635314330274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was hostel cheers competition too. I almost gone deaf.&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/-hBSlD6yRLHU/TnRH4ftk1SI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8bT-npjQRiM/s1600/DSC04059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBSlD6yRLHU/TnRH4ftk1SI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8bT-npjQRiM/s400/DSC04059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653222468167718178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aerobic dancing! It was fun. and funny. hahah&lt;br /&gt;There were the "I want nobody2 but you", "Waka-waka", "Hips don't lie" and many more.. lol&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5ev1DXiKpw/TnRHys1w1zI/AAAAAAAAAvI/p6f0gUb07_k/s1600/DSC04060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5ev1DXiKpw/TnRHys1w1zI/AAAAAAAAAvI/p6f0gUb07_k/s400/DSC04060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653222368612505394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically, that was the first time in uni I enjoyed myself wholeheartedly. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXQ8CSqlMls/TnRKzGsNlDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/y32lfI1iopg/s1600/DSC04064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXQ8CSqlMls/TnRKzGsNlDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/y32lfI1iopg/s400/DSC04064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653225674086650930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was different too. We didn't have to get stuck in DTSP (main hall) to listen/doze. We had dinner with own hostel mates. Oh yea, my hostel: Restu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65ZiiPW7U3k/TnRKNcQo6pI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8zD1CvSr2Mg/s1600/DSC04066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65ZiiPW7U3k/TnRKNcQo6pI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8zD1CvSr2Mg/s400/DSC04066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653225027041553042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing roomate, Sheok Yin, origin from Kuala Lumpur, but attended secondary studies in Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65ZiiPW7U3k/TnRKNcQo6pI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8zD1CvSr2Mg/s1600/DSC04066.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAketh3xl-o/TnRJ7uudqAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/tdNwd54fejM/s1600/DSC04069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAketh3xl-o/TnRJ7uudqAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/tdNwd54fejM/s400/DSC04069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653224722760837122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My table mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMlv8ip0iqA/TnRJc6gw-MI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4-Z5t3ve-3s/s1600/DSC04070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMlv8ip0iqA/TnRJc6gw-MI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4-Z5t3ve-3s/s400/DSC04070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653224193348663490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I forgot her name. she can speak mandarin. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who've forgotten how i look like, =.=, below are more photosss of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYfRiElOim8/TnRHQ7mL5YI/AAAAAAAAAu4/IO0AGbCf5ZQ/s1600/DSC04137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYfRiElOim8/TnRHQ7mL5YI/AAAAAAAAAu4/IO0AGbCf5ZQ/s400/DSC04137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653221788458149250" 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/-wbATmwWpssc/TnRGU0isajI/AAAAAAAAAug/RXhkrtVlQhM/s1600/DSC04139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbATmwWpssc/TnRGU0isajI/AAAAAAAAAug/RXhkrtVlQhM/s400/DSC04139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653220755772303922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce2auik5Y7I/TnRGLTutjvI/AAAAAAAAAuY/sJpwi6CXOPY/s1600/DSC04143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce2auik5Y7I/TnRGLTutjvI/AAAAAAAAAuY/sJpwi6CXOPY/s400/DSC04143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653220592345517810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0gdWXSkzQY/TnRF6qbRN_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Bp0kyZ_9Z3c/s1600/DSC04147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0gdWXSkzQY/TnRF6qbRN_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Bp0kyZ_9Z3c/s400/DSC04147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653220306380208114" 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/-F5YLnvQg3z8/TnRFJGykiSI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2X8XFj9BKmA/s1600/DSC04152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5YLnvQg3z8/TnRFJGykiSI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2X8XFj9BKmA/s400/DSC04152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653219455000676642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6PMbkDDZ1I/TnREO0SwluI/AAAAAAAAAtw/9r03xUGwizM/s1600/DSC04154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6PMbkDDZ1I/TnREO0SwluI/AAAAAAAAAtw/9r03xUGwizM/s400/DSC04154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653218453602997986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-ApoQJLTbEaM/TnREKA1SKyI/AAAAAAAAAto/6tdN-yBhF0g/s1600/DSC04156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ApoQJLTbEaM/TnREKA1SKyI/AAAAAAAAAto/6tdN-yBhF0g/s400/DSC04156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653218371069684514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aly1600d4D4/TnRFVUjvOQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ugeX5HYy2Kg/s1600/DSC04151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aly1600d4D4/TnRFVUjvOQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ugeX5HYy2Kg/s400/DSC04151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653219664854989058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the view here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuS6tkA4H2M/TnREAzNqICI/AAAAAAAAAtg/gVUVO480c30/s1600/DSC04155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuS6tkA4H2M/TnREAzNqICI/AAAAAAAAAtg/gVUVO480c30/s400/DSC04155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653218212794998818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vb3FYXeLhrY/TnRDK5g1YGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/FKmkLRz1n5o/s1600/DSC04158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vb3FYXeLhrY/TnRDK5g1YGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/FKmkLRz1n5o/s400/DSC04158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653217286773104738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzDU0kleldk/TnRDCJNb6QI/AAAAAAAAAs4/34hLs-A7VVQ/s1600/DSC04161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzDU0kleldk/TnRDCJNb6QI/AAAAAAAAAs4/34hLs-A7VVQ/s400/DSC04161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653217136367888642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icLjDtkKL3I/TnRCdCq4PNI/AAAAAAAAAso/8OBWlj4ENcw/s1600/DSC04164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icLjDtkKL3I/TnRCdCq4PNI/AAAAAAAAAso/8OBWlj4ENcw/s400/DSC04164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653216498957171922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jlo9JGoxtyg/TnRCOdrno8I/AAAAAAAAAsg/x3BhMBl6gVo/s1600/DSC04166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jlo9JGoxtyg/TnRCOdrno8I/AAAAAAAAAsg/x3BhMBl6gVo/s400/DSC04166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653216248509998018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOJC3K6R_zI/TnRCFUYA8FI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CzQump2KpGo/s1600/DSC04168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOJC3K6R_zI/TnRCFUYA8FI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CzQump2KpGo/s400/DSC04168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653216091393028178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-rJERWirC0uQ/TnRCBOD-8GI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JSycnTOIMqs/s1600/DSC04180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJERWirC0uQ/TnRCBOD-8GI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JSycnTOIMqs/s400/DSC04180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653216020978921570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above is for you, cheryl teo! :P Switch! ahahaha&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/-mOYGOP23wFk/TnRBMbT90dI/AAAAAAAAArg/CZ2OyXrpt8g/s1600/Photo0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOYGOP23wFk/TnRBMbT90dI/AAAAAAAAArg/CZ2OyXrpt8g/s400/Photo0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653215114002551250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunrise. Every early morning during orientation, we've to line up, and wait. then walk to the main hall in uni. My hostel happen to be outside the uni. so yeah, lots of walking. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_r8tIOCfYRI/TnRBmaxemwI/AAAAAAAAArw/XG0Vlqtkoa4/s1600/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_r8tIOCfYRI/TnRBmaxemwI/AAAAAAAAArw/XG0Vlqtkoa4/s400/Photo0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653215560534498050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upon arriving, more waiting for other people from other hostels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_r8tIOCfYRI/TnRBmaxemwI/AAAAAAAAArw/XG0Vlqtkoa4/s1600/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88W1F1Zi0Jk/TnRBeMwd04I/AAAAAAAAAro/EQXud569g4c/s1600/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88W1F1Zi0Jk/TnRBeMwd04I/AAAAAAAAAro/EQXud569g4c/s400/Photo0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653215419333202818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSTuzC-5j0M/TnRB7CjXtOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bBhxCxnLsF4/s1600/DSC04187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSTuzC-5j0M/TnRB7CjXtOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bBhxCxnLsF4/s400/DSC04187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653215914810127586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JYz7_ZeQKU/TnRB20L5K-I/AAAAAAAAAr4/x1nKZtL-nYI/s1600/DSC04188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JYz7_ZeQKU/TnRB20L5K-I/AAAAAAAAAr4/x1nKZtL-nYI/s400/DSC04188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653215842234084322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHKZkjziprA/TnRNENwxeJI/AAAAAAAAAzI/M4uPiMvjSXQ/s1600/DSC04109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHKZkjziprA/TnRNENwxeJI/AAAAAAAAAzI/M4uPiMvjSXQ/s400/DSC04109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653228167065860242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7e1WsdxYaw/TnRNYi8GnVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GSUxRz9as2s/s1600/DSC04113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7e1WsdxYaw/TnRNYi8GnVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GSUxRz9as2s/s400/DSC04113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653228516347911506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3utvwZCcpr0/TnRNoHgETZI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u50HEBPOiyE/s1600/DSC04098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3utvwZCcpr0/TnRNoHgETZI/AAAAAAAAAzY/u50HEBPOiyE/s400/DSC04098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653228783860469138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muytE4ML_Q0/TnROLCzxWfI/AAAAAAAAAzo/gzevpsV48d8/s1600/DSC04191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muytE4ML_Q0/TnROLCzxWfI/AAAAAAAAAzo/gzevpsV48d8/s400/DSC04191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653229383896357362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ez1jvyrQ44/TnROkxkI38I/AAAAAAAAAzw/njmVEhk6ku0/s1600/DSC04102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ez1jvyrQ44/TnROkxkI38I/AAAAAAAAAzw/njmVEhk6ku0/s400/DSC04102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653229825943986114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kE2ds8FBtRg/TnROvMCAxGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/vJ3d0XaT4m8/s1600/DSC04106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kE2ds8FBtRg/TnROvMCAxGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/vJ3d0XaT4m8/s400/DSC04106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653230004847297634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There're more more more photos. to be continued in the next post. Don't know when, but yea, as soon as possible. hahah maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-1625715958704355020?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/1625715958704355020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=1625715958704355020&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1625715958704355020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1625715958704355020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-week.html' title='First week, Orientation week'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0mYdDF6llnU/TnRMOx6NkRI/AAAAAAAAAy4/0bHbw143_BA/s72-c/DSC04016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7185866623153824863</id><published>2011-09-15T04:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T08:03:31.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook</title><content type='html'>The question I've been asking myself these days: Will I get discriminated from the society if I don't reactivate my Facebook account?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The account got deactivated just one week before I left Kuching, reason was I was annoyed at some of the things I saw inside. Well after all, every Fb users has their right to post anything. So I chose to leave. At the start, it was difficult, I only deactivated for less than two minutes, and it felt awkward to not be able to view news feed and to know what was going around with the people I know. The only way I distract my mind from Fb was to get busy with other things, I started playing computer games :P But I only do that at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I won't be able to last long, I thought I'll be back in 2 or 3 days, I thought the maximum period would be when I got settled down in uni and my Fb account will be back. I was wrong, from 31st August till last night, I've not visited Fb for two weeks; and it had became a habit not think about Fb anymore. It actually feels GOOD to be away from everything and every gossip. I do not have to play games anymore to get my mind off Fb. I think I've just lose total dependency on Fb. I congratulated myself, but at the same time, I doubted if I'll get discriminated from the world without owning an Fb account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides getting updates from friends, gossips about things and people, news about everybody else whom I was connected to, Fb served as an important site where I get useful knowledge about uni updates and information. And so, last night I activated my account, I visited a few close friends' page and read their activities as well as wall posts. Then went to the uni info sharing group and started browsing for about 20minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the Fb home page and stared at the screen, it felt totally like I was a stranger back to an old place where I've left for years. Or rather it felt like Si Tenggang just got back to his hometown. Feeling strange, I deactivated again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be away from Facebook forever, because either it has become a habit, or I just feel too good for not owning Fb. But I'm afraid of getting discriminated from the world. Is fb really that essential? I guess time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is public holiday!!! And then WEEKENDS! :DD I'll update in the next post about the life here. Without realizing, I'd been here for two weeks already, going through tons of stuff I'd never imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7185866623153824863?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7185866623153824863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7185866623153824863&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7185866623153824863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7185866623153824863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/09/facebook.html' title='facebook'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6545775625027524222</id><published>2011-06-27T06:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:02:31.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>还是读书好</title><content type='html'>Last year at this hour,&lt;br /&gt;I should be in a hurry,&lt;br /&gt;in my white skirt, white blouse,&lt;br /&gt;i would grab my green blazer,&lt;br /&gt;hang my tie loosely over my neck,&lt;br /&gt;clumsily i'll swallow down my breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;grab my bagpack, got my bottle,&lt;br /&gt;glance at today's timetable,&lt;br /&gt;i'll dump everything into the green car,&lt;br /&gt;i'll then climb into driver's seat,&lt;br /&gt;and roar off the engine to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minute,&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off the air-cond,&lt;br /&gt;roll down the window,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the cool air;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pass a bridge,&lt;br /&gt;a roundabout,&lt;br /&gt;two little traffic lights,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll have to wind up the window,&lt;br /&gt;because the air will no longer be cool,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be stucked in jam,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; listen to Hitz.fm,&lt;br /&gt;then laugh to myself at the jokes the dj made;&lt;br /&gt;ocassionally i groan at the jam and traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally school is in my sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pull crv into reverse parking position&lt;br /&gt;in the church, opposite school;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pull my hair into a ponytail,&lt;br /&gt;with my cream coloured hairband;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tighten my tie,&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i'll be warned;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put on my green blazer,&lt;br /&gt;and button up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got everything in hand,&lt;br /&gt;then slowly and lazily,&lt;br /&gt;I'll drag my foot and cross the road illegally,&lt;br /&gt;and make my way to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do in class?&lt;br /&gt;count down for time to go home ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz3-zo7VjTk/Tge4ESivGlI/AAAAAAAAArI/r-ix8pLLWpE/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz3-zo7VjTk/Tge4ESivGlI/AAAAAAAAArI/r-ix8pLLWpE/s400/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622665043631872594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HNGynaxMzS8/Tge3t4GuR9I/AAAAAAAAArA/f0wHuG9Xi5U/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;hehehe, kinda miss it ;)&lt;br /&gt;i'll never get to experience it anymore&lt;br /&gt;uni life will just be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to school kids out there: treasure ur schooling life, though most of the time we may find it tiring&amp;amp; boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6545775625027524222?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6545775625027524222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6545775625027524222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6545775625027524222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6545775625027524222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='还是读书好'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz3-zo7VjTk/Tge4ESivGlI/AAAAAAAAArI/r-ix8pLLWpE/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3480598995266276913</id><published>2011-06-09T22:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:40:40.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>I feel my mind has gone blank. Not because I've nothing to think about. There's this thing that has been troubling me so much that I really want to know the freaking solution. I'm not good at expressing but I briefly told two dudes about it, just to prevent myself from going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to regret that i've done NOTHING SIGNIFICANT at the end of this life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definition of 'significant'? that's the whole trouble. i'm still searching for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel even more troubled because I've wasted, and is still wasting time in doing nothing much; besides being responsible to myself as a student. as for family, it's a disgrace to admit that i fail, but i'm trying hard to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once suspected that i probably think too much. then i thought again, maybe this arise because my holiday is too long and therefore i've nothing to be busy at and hence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i going mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all these is just an excuse to push away the trouble. an excuse to give my brain a break. an excuse to stop searching for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3480598995266276913?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3480598995266276913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3480598995266276913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3480598995266276913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3480598995266276913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/06/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6215256114824397554</id><published>2011-05-02T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:34:48.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if this is a punishment, then please, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is a curse, then please, free me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what have i done, but the punishment is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;!! TWO YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when things dont go right, i was told to hold on, and to believe thats not my path to take. who says so? how do i know if thats the right path or not unless i walked through it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im numb to rejections. history repeats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6215256114824397554?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6215256114824397554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6215256114824397554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6215256114824397554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6215256114824397554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-this-is-punishment-then-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3936781006330486878</id><published>2011-04-22T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T00:52:26.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unpredictable</title><content type='html'>im thinking, how would you feel, or what would you do/react, when one day, your &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; eventually become the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of a korean drama i once watched long time ago. the main actress has really beautiful eyes. her life was good until one day she found out she has this odd illness that she'll lose her eyesight and become blind. one night, she asked her boyfriend what does he like most about her. not knowing his girlfriend's condition, his answer was, "your eyes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much i want to bring up here. just being emotional. hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3936781006330486878?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3936781006330486878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3936781006330486878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3936781006330486878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3936781006330486878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/04/unpredictable.html' title='unpredictable'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-1413518984963308367</id><published>2011-04-20T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:01:34.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart pounding and last day</title><content type='html'>i was doing some typing (no stress) when suddenly my heart beat really hard for a few times. i put my hand on my chest, then i tried to do deep breathing. my heart continued to pound harder, so hard that i was starting to find difficulty in inhaling air into my body. it felt like something was punching me from inside. i felt scared but i told myself to relax and do deep breathing. after like 10 seconds, the hard pounding faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there something wrong with my heart? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my last day of teaching as a relief teacher in school. i felt happy, cause i'd completed another chapter of life. of course, there're sadness for leaving the girls - 舍不得. what has to come, still has to come; time ticks on, no one should stop at a stage. we all need to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i taught for 3 months and too many things had happened. it's so hard to express what i'd gone through... they can only be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls are naive, although naughty, but deep inside, they're good, they know how to differ the right from the wrong; they're just slightly playful. but who isn't? especially at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this chapter is not really complete yet. i still have lots of things to say to them. maybe next week~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be different- will be back working with rb, sampling at uitm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-1413518984963308367?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/1413518984963308367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=1413518984963308367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1413518984963308367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1413518984963308367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/04/heart-pounding-and-last-day.html' title='heart pounding and last day'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-478972891213710020</id><published>2011-04-16T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:51:45.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie J - Price Tag ft. B.o.B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, Coconut man, Moon Heads and Pea&lt;br /&gt;You ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everybody's got a price,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;When the sale comes first,&lt;br /&gt;And the truth comes second,&lt;br /&gt;Just stop, for a minute and&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody so serious&lt;br /&gt;Acting so damn mysterious&lt;br /&gt;Got your shades on your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And your heels so high&lt;br /&gt;That you can't even have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their left (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their right (ha)&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel that (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;We're paying with love tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;We need to take it back in time,&lt;br /&gt;When music made us all unite&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't low blows and video hoes,&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one getting tired&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody so obsessed&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy us happiness&lt;br /&gt;Can we all slow down and enjoy right now&lt;br /&gt;Guarantee we'll be feeling Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their left (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their right (ha)&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel that (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;We're paying with love tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching. Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[B.o.B]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well, keep the price tag&lt;br /&gt;And take the cash back&lt;br /&gt;Just give me six strings and a half stack.&lt;br /&gt;And you can keep the cars&lt;br /&gt;Leave me the garage&lt;br /&gt;And all I..&lt;br /&gt;Yes all I need are keys and guitars&lt;br /&gt;And its with in 30 seconds I'm leaving to Mars&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we leaping across these undefeatable odds&lt;br /&gt;Its like this man, you can't put a price on the life&lt;br /&gt;We do this for the love so we fight and sacrifice everynight&lt;br /&gt;So we aint gon stumble and fall never&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to see this in the sign of defeat uh uh&lt;br /&gt;So we gon keep everyone moving their feet&lt;br /&gt;So bring back the beat and then everyone sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jessie J -Outro]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oo-oooh&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMxX-QOV9tI"&gt;price tag&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&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/5847642217315059455-478972891213710020?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/478972891213710020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=478972891213710020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/478972891213710020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/478972891213710020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/04/jessie-j-price-tag-ft-bob.html' title='Jessie J - Price Tag ft. B.o.B.'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3170123681416288961</id><published>2011-04-03T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:39:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so fragile</title><content type='html'>It really hurts to see those you love are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is even more saddening when there is nothing you can help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3170123681416288961?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3170123681416288961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3170123681416288961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3170123681416288961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3170123681416288961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-is-so-fragile.html' title='Life is so fragile'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-8892218209639538693</id><published>2011-03-01T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:41:55.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say good communication skills can get you to break walls and build bridges. communication involves two parties. if one side refused to listen, refused to understand, refused to cooperate, refused to try putting himself/herself into the shoe, how can good communication exists? how to break walls and build bridges? we can't clap with just one hand. when that happens, sometimes some would choose to give in, and obey what the other party wished. right, that seems to solve the conflict, from the physical outlook. but deep inside, both sides are not truthfully satisfied. the peace will not stay for long, conflicts will arise again sooner or later. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smacks forehead and sighed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. my current life is good. just feel i needed a place to express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-8892218209639538693?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/8892218209639538693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=8892218209639538693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8892218209639538693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8892218209639538693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2011/03/they-say-good-communication-skills-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-2411164120393437193</id><published>2010-12-31T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:21:27.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, goodbye  :')</title><content type='html'>So, this is how it feels like being home alone..! quiet. even my dogs are so quiet.. The silence does no good, it only makes me more nervous :(  maybe I shall switch on some hot songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5 more hours time, that marks the end of 2010!! The thought of new year, 2011, excites me, yet, at the same time, I can't help but feeling very nervous!!! *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;heat beats really faster than usual&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;2011 is still quite a blur picture in my mind. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fingers crossed, prays hard for the result to be alright&lt;/span&gt;* :S :( grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERVOUSSS!! i wish my body system could secrete less adrenaline hormone.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was quite a good year. I've learned a lot, be it academically or other things in life. ...*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the songs i've switched on are not making me feeling calmer. wth.&lt;/span&gt;* :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Last night, I went to watch The Tourist- starring Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie, with my awesome ex-form5 mates! :D and the movie was of course, AWESOME too! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still nervous-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope for the best, may the new year will be a better year than this year! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-2411164120393437193?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/2411164120393437193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=2411164120393437193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2411164120393437193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2411164120393437193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-goodbye.html' title='2010, goodbye  :&apos;)'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3856965173451370120</id><published>2010-12-30T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:09:02.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates updates!</title><content type='html'>this is like magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so much better after i blogged! after i expressed how i felt in blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo! what've i done after sptm?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;watched Harry Potter 7 &amp;amp; Rapunzel with youth friends!!&lt;/span&gt; -woots!! both movies were awesome!!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;went boulevard with ex-f5 mates!&lt;/span&gt; -a fun day!! was on the road for one hour before we arrive at our destination!! stuck in jam is not the worst part, the driver, cheryl took the wrong turn and was on the way to the wrong house!!! COUGHS. xin bu zai yan~~ We went to fill our stomach with sushi and green tea, then off we went to shop for damai's food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;went damai for 3days 2nights! &lt;/span&gt;-relaxing and of course, FUN!! i didn't get darker this time! BUT i earned myself TWO bruises on my left knee and thigh. a really really big one on the thigh, small one on the knee. :( the one on the thigh is still there... die die. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/album.php?fbid=10150108216710619&amp;amp;id=560705618&amp;amp;aid=314158"&gt;pictures are available in FB&lt;/a&gt; and also &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?fbid=499716429232&amp;amp;id=542754232&amp;amp;aid=270637&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;went for candy hunt with cheryl!&lt;/span&gt; -all the candy that we missed! ...we forgot to take picturessss!aduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;went for an interview at a tuition centre&lt;/span&gt; -got accepted. but the salary is really low!! but i feel paiseh to reject lar. lol hehe OH WELLLLS, better than nothing right?? so i agreed to take it up! afterall, for experience and it doesn't take up much of my time. will be teaching f5 additional mathematics on friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;went for redbull interview as mobile energiser&lt;/span&gt; -got accepted too. have seen the schedule, will be working on the 3rd jan! kinda excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;went christmas visiting&lt;/span&gt; -with family, and also to michelleV and amy's house. ...we forgot to take pictures, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;went to watch Narnia, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader &lt;/span&gt;-it was just alright. some scenes were funny. some scenes were frightening. overall, it was just okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;went for redbull outing!&lt;/span&gt; -overnight at 360 hotel. played station games! played bowling (omgosh i suck lol) went spring shopping. overall had fun the whole weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=619619612#%21/album.php?fbid=1706125783540&amp;amp;id=1549912105&amp;amp;aid=98363"&gt;view pictures here :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;helped dad to do some office work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;2010 is coming to an end!!! omygoshh im so going to misssss it!! :')))) feeling kinda excited and nervous for 2011!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3856965173451370120?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3856965173451370120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3856965173451370120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3856965173451370120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3856965173451370120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/12/updates-updates.html' title='updates updates!'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6439556637390663427</id><published>2010-12-30T10:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:30:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I never knew this would actually affect my emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm not sure what are you thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But whatever it is, I guess this is totally not important to you. at all. whether i live or die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you know what? I won't expect anything more from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was such a fool to actually believe that I could mend things up. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we'll see what happens in future, i guess... shall just follow the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6439556637390663427?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6439556637390663427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6439556637390663427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6439556637390663427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6439556637390663427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-never-know-this-would-actually-affect.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-4607257071029153748</id><published>2010-12-16T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:42:15.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOSHH! I know this is not necessary!! But I still wanna say, STPM is over! About 6 hours ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chao people, time to sleeeeep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-4607257071029153748?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/4607257071029153748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=4607257071029153748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4607257071029153748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4607257071029153748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/12/wooshh-i-know-this-is-not-necessary-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5559533891238144567</id><published>2010-12-09T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:31:18.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>台上一分钟，台下十年功</title><content type='html'>Now that i'm more calm, i guess i'm able to talk more about my previous post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, now i really do see it, feel it, and fully understand about the chinese sayings: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;台上一分钟，台下十年功.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;direct self translation: one minute of performance on stage, ten years of hard work behind the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; sorry for the poor translation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luck is something that we cannot deny. it plays quite a major role in examinations. if you're unlucky, all your hard work wasted. when the result comes out, it looks as though you did not put in any effort when actually, only you yourself know how much midnight oil you've burnt during those late nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;careless is another thing. if there's extra time, then one would get to check back to see if there's calculation error. minor careless mistakes are still acceptable, even though that would be a pity. however, WHAT HAPPENED TO ME THIS MORNING WAS, the careless mistake i did, is not minor, but cause the whole question which worth 15 marks to be gone!! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many would say, aiya what had happened had already happened, there's no point looking back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea that's right, but at the same time, i couldn't help feeling DISAPPOINTED about it. i will move on, but i can't help(it's emotions, they come naturally) to look behind too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking back does nothing to the result, i know. but once in a while, let me do that, because i don't want to go against my own feelings. i'm neither that great nor that strong enough to let go the past and look forward with high spirit. im not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5559533891238144567?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5559533891238144567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5559533891238144567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5559533891238144567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5559533891238144567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='台上一分钟，台下十年功'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-8616292840002809894</id><published>2010-12-09T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:09:02.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed.</title><content type='html'>very. right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-8616292840002809894?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/8616292840002809894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=8616292840002809894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8616292840002809894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8616292840002809894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/12/depressed.html' title='depressed.'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6788947057500438732</id><published>2010-12-05T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:58:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/TPtYTFnxhSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/zLnoHyxGjtg/s1600/Homework%2BImage%2Bfor%2BBlog%2B%2528garfield%2Band%2Bbooks%2529.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/TPtYTFnxhSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/zLnoHyxGjtg/s320/Homework%2BImage%2Bfor%2BBlog%2B%2528garfield%2Band%2Bbooks%2529.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547124450986657058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11 more days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently facebook looks so cute! hahah many changed their profile pictures to cartoon characters. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6788947057500438732?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6788947057500438732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6788947057500438732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6788947057500438732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6788947057500438732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/12/stressed.html' title='stressed.'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/TPtYTFnxhSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/zLnoHyxGjtg/s72-c/Homework%2BImage%2Bfor%2BBlog%2B%2528garfield%2Band%2Bbooks%2529.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-640622991473704458</id><published>2010-12-03T02:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T03:37:35.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of STPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;December the 16th! When are you coming???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I dont really know what to say bout the past papers because I dont know my answers are right or not. :S Results will tell... I've &lt;i&gt;already &lt;/i&gt;(sometimes, i wish i could use the word '&lt;i&gt;only' &lt;/i&gt;in this sentence) sat for 3 papers, PA2, Phy2 and Chem2 and all 3 papers i faced the same problem- time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;During Phy2, when it was about 40 minutes to the end of that paper's duration, i still had THREE essays to write and YET, i needed to empty my bladder so badly! So after i got permission from the invigilator, i...not to say ran, but i walked rather fast, my steps were bigger than usual. (like duuuh! i still had 3 essays okkkay! :S) Then i heard the invigilator behind me shouted, "hey not too fast!" I turned to my back and i saw her running behind me in heels. =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, next monday will be PA1 followed by Mathematics1 on thursday. Honestly, I'm scared for maths la shoot. Not to say i'm not afraid of PA lar, but because I've not touch Math for about 3 weeks, i think :S  Actually I'm scared for every subject every paper. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ohman ohman! I can't wait for it to be over!! Hopefully the ending WILL be a happy one! There're so many things I miss out because of stpm. 1st thing 1st, i NEED to watch harry potter :( yeah i know. :((( THEN, i'm going to sleeeeep till i'm sick of sleeping! i'm going to sleep early and wake up naturally. No more alarms!! Also I'm really looking forward to ...hehehe all the meet ups with st3 friends &gt;_&lt; *excited* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;k, i shouldnt plan too early first. last minutes plan usually work better. *back to math* :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OH! and I dreamt of my Math teacher last night! ...what is this... :S lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-640622991473704458?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/640622991473704458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=640622991473704458&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/640622991473704458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/640622991473704458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-midst-of-stpm.html' title='In the midst of STPM'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7995805983670002847</id><published>2010-11-22T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:26:16.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless</title><content type='html'>oh man. this was not supposed to happen. i was wide awake in bed for hours. not sure what time i finally fell asleep but the last time i looked at my phone the clock reads 4.40am. this morning woke up at 9am feeling more nervous than ever. :S i've packed my pencil case and stationaries. and i've decided to bring my dad's jacket(ahahah his jacket is really warm) since we're going to sit for our papers in the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow will be the first day of stpm. 8 o'clock in the morning, Pengajian Am paper 2. duration: 3 hours. :S :S :S :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better sleep well tonite! and i'm still coughing. :S hopefully the coughs won't annoy other candidates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7995805983670002847?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7995805983670002847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7995805983670002847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7995805983670002847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7995805983670002847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/11/restless.html' title='restless'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-4250259946166316097</id><published>2010-11-21T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:13:53.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STPM in 2 days</title><content type='html'>I'm not ready yet. But I don't want it to be later, the sooner its over the better. The earlier we all can rest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently not feeling very healthy. Had flu last week and recovered for only one day, the next day was down with fever and sore throat for two consecutive days. Right now, I'm still coughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling restless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-4250259946166316097?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/4250259946166316097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=4250259946166316097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4250259946166316097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4250259946166316097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/11/stpm-in-2-days.html' title='STPM in 2 days'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-1326756835855022056</id><published>2010-10-01T04:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:53:52.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>october post</title><content type='html'>oh man. its october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;stpm is almost overrr!! &lt;em&gt;almost.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS of happenings lately. the expected and the unexpected. and each one has its own value and lesson to be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way! Word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Radical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(n): One who advocates fundamental or revolutionary changes in current practices, conditions or institutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change is to improve. so whats so bad about being radical? furthermore, it was &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; a suggestion from parents. calling this action stupid, are you in a way saying we are not allowed to voice out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;IMO, being open-minded is crucial. Listen to what others say, how others feel. and decide what is best for the majority.&lt;br /&gt;However, if after listening and careful considerations are taken, the head still decides to stand on her/his own original position, then the followers shall just respect it. Afterall, he/she is the one who has the power to decide.&lt;br /&gt;But if the head refuses to listen, refuses to &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;putting himself/herself into others shoe, and worse, even label the suggestions as absurd, radical and negative, this will only cause his/her followers to lose respect to their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-1326756835855022056?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/1326756835855022056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=1326756835855022056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1326756835855022056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1326756835855022056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-post.html' title='october post'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5127914012243513738</id><published>2010-09-17T19:56:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T04:33:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trial exam</title><content type='html'>trial exam starts next monday and im still quite far away from prepared. :'( sighhhs. one thing is that i kept forgetting what i've studied. ohgawd hopefully everyone can do well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Updated the following on 21st September 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: 20/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics Paper 1&lt;/strong&gt;: It wasnt done very well but I feel it was better than the last few exams. Maybe I still have hope if I do Paper 2 properly next Monday! :D but usually I score lower for Paper 2. :( nevermind, i shall just try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PA Paper 1: &lt;/strong&gt;-_- Its still the same. Shooting. Except for the last 15 IQ questions. Hopefully I shoot at least half of it correct.. In order to pass. *fingers crossed* :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, 1st day was quite alright. But I wouldnt say it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: 21/9 &lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HORRIBLE to the max. :'( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've passed Physics for the first time in my form 6 life (unexpectedly) during the May test, I've never fail Physics anymore in the next endless quizzes and tests. But after what I've went through this morning, the bad feeling is back again. Oh damn. We had Paper 2 first, structural questions was still quite alrite. But the essay questions, gosh, it was done very badly. After recess, we had Paper 1, where I totally screw up the paper. T.T enough said. i shall just hold on to miracle.&lt;br /&gt;...i think my physics teacher's gonna kill me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a strong urge to study and do lots of physics questions right now. yeah, right now. But i mustnt, gotta be rational, must move on to chemistry. Tomorrow, if im brave enough, i shall walk up to my physics teacher and ask for the answers for paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Updated the following on 25th September 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter to appeal for the abolishment of extra classes had finally been handed in yesterday. Hopefully the school approves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: 23/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pengajian Am Paper 2 &amp;amp; MUET: &lt;/strong&gt;Both papers were alrite. I grew one year older on this day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: 24/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2: &lt;/strong&gt;:'( bad. very bad. the papers were difficult (to me lar) :S but im too tired to say anything. no point to do so anyway. i'll just need to put in more effort i guess :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday!! Will be having last paper, Mathematics Paper 2!! yiipee. after mock, i promise i'll clean up all the mess. hahah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Updated the following on 1st October 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last day: 27/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics Paper 2:&lt;/strong&gt; ...groans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got back &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; -well, i didnt fail, but as expected, i &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; fail. disapointed &amp;amp; unsatisfied. there's still hope i believe. i will put in more effort.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; - well, it was kind of a surprise :D hehe but i'll not just stop here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;- Only got back paper 1, i think most probably will get back paper 2 today, or latest by next monday. Feedback on paper 1 - :(  could have done much much better. leesiwhua, why do u always only regret when the result cant be changed!! #.#&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PA&lt;/span&gt;- marking is still in the process cause a lot of 'urusan pentadbiran' to be done. yala, everybody knows disciplinary teacher for form 6 is indeed very busy barh. impossible to get back by today. like duhh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5127914012243513738?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5127914012243513738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5127914012243513738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5127914012243513738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5127914012243513738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/09/trial-exam.html' title='trial exam'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-303984756134602749</id><published>2010-06-20T13:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T05:11:10.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of mid year hols (updated)</title><content type='html'>3 weeks of supposedly-to-be-very-long holidays has reached its last day. Well, albeit mine wasn't very productive(didnt do much benefits to my acadamic) but I'm not regretting because at least I've rested enough! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently feeling energetic to face the new semester and of course, stpm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;29th June, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;School has resumed for only about one week, and yet it felt like ages. Now that most of the events are over, life now is more like wake up early in the morning, go school, go back home, study, sleep and then the whole routine repeats. study study study. And this kindda routine will last for the next 5 months till stpm. @.@ wish I could push the fast forward button. But then again, I bet when its like a month to stpm, I probably will want to push the rewind button or the pause button. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-303984756134602749?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/303984756134602749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=303984756134602749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/303984756134602749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/303984756134602749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-mid-year-hols.html' title='end of mid year hols (updated)'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7115705477927106508</id><published>2010-03-31T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:10:23.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange</title><content type='html'>it was as if only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;when we were 13&lt;br /&gt;secondary school,&lt;br /&gt;a new chapter for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in just a few more days&lt;br /&gt;you're turning 19.&lt;br /&gt;in a few more months,&lt;br /&gt;we'll all turn 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the things we went through&lt;br /&gt;remained fresh in my mind&lt;br /&gt;be it beautiful or unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;those memories are difficult to be erased&lt;br /&gt;for they made up to who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange,&lt;br /&gt;how some of us,&lt;br /&gt;was once friends;&lt;br /&gt;but due to misunderstandings,&lt;br /&gt;or some childish thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;-we're now total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days,&lt;br /&gt;you'll turn 19;&lt;br /&gt;it's ashamed to admit that,&lt;br /&gt;if it weren't for hotmail,&lt;br /&gt;I woulnd't have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, happy 19th birthday friend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7115705477927106508?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7115705477927106508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7115705477927106508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7115705477927106508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7115705477927106508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/03/strange.html' title='strange'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-291960621652331820</id><published>2010-03-22T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:45:56.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is normal to complain</title><content type='html'>sleeping is such a waste of time. if only we can recharge our body system in an awake state, then i can do my work while "sleeping". =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just checked the calendar and found out that there will be no public holiday until 1st June!!!!! Unless you count 1st May which unfortunately falls on SATURDAY... I don't mind if we're only to attend schools on weekdays and REST, AND to catch up on weekends but no, every Saturdays, there'll be things lining up. Only on Sundays, I finally get to wake up later, as in later than weekdays, then i get to catch up for my school work which includes academic and non-academic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i spent more time in school than at home, if you minus sleeping hours during the night, yes i definitely spent more time in school. every morning, the latest i've to leave the house is by 6.28am(got to pray that there'll be no road block or accidents), and only arrive back at home earliest by 3pm(thats if the last teacher let us go on time, AND IF there's no additional meetingS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, after all the shower and meal time which take about 2 hours(at least) i should be settled down by 5pm. Then from 5pm till 12 midnight, thats quite a long duration. and hello, after one whole morning in school, i need &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; one hour of nap(usually due to self-discipline problem, i take more than 1 hour :P). So now i've 6 hours left. minus one more hour, for leisures. left 5  hours. 5 hours for 5 subjects' homeworks like practical, reports and essays; studies- to understand and master topics for 3 subjects(minus muet and pa which actually i shouldn't ignore pa but for the time being, yea... :S ); research work; extra-curricular work.... 5 hours? gah, not enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i know whats the root problem here, i should sleep less, work more, dream less, concentrate more.... i need self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is school's mufti day. now this is soooo weird. can wear t-shirt and jeans, which is informal, BUT cannot wear slippers! have to wear heels or shoes. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aihh, jia you ba, siw hua. @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-291960621652331820?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/291960621652331820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=291960621652331820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/291960621652331820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/291960621652331820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-normal-to-complain.html' title='it is normal to complain'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6932665405818812640</id><published>2010-03-09T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:49:52.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA BITE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/S5XeSJZ9R9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/hPXdEbJZl9c/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446503727718287314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/S5XeSJZ9R9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/hPXdEbJZl9c/s320/Image022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;since i think biting releases tension!!!! rarrrrwwwwww!!!! :'(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不甘心。。我不甘愿！！！我不甘心心心....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我. 不. 甘. 愿. ！！！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahh.wadever. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6932665405818812640?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6932665405818812640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6932665405818812640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6932665405818812640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6932665405818812640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-bite.html' title='I WANNA BITE!!'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/S5XeSJZ9R9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/hPXdEbJZl9c/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-1274997718397955857</id><published>2010-03-04T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:22:46.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short update</title><content type='html'>today i gave quite many people heart attacks haha cause firstly i thought i lost my school bag but only to realise I left it in u6b classroom. then when i finally found my school bag, i thought i lost my purse, but only to realise actually, i didnt even bring it to school today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been quite busy with high school idol recently. and after that, it will be SJS Open. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having exam starting next tuesday. !! *feeling berkobar-kobar now* lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-1274997718397955857?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/1274997718397955857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=1274997718397955857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1274997718397955857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1274997718397955857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/03/short-update.html' title='short update'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6810508056438708965</id><published>2010-02-01T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:48:43.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day</title><content type='html'>We Upper six were having some talks about Research given by Form 6 teachers in the AVA room. I was telling sheepy about a funny video on the net and so I opened the link in a new tab then I closed the laptop's lid, thinking that the video will only play when I click the play button. So I planned to only let her watch when the session ends. But I was wrong, once you clicked the link to the video, it will auto load and auto play. After some time, loud noises(horns from vehicles) filled the whole enclosed air-conditioned room. I panicked, opened up the lid, clicked the close button of that window, then have to click another button- close all tabs. my goodness, that moment was totally as embarrassing as having a big hole at the back of your trousers while you're walking along the streets. Looking on the bright side, I've leaned something which I was supposed to know ages ago but its never too late to only know it now-- I should've just press the fn and the down arrow buttons on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Later on, I arrived at cimb Satok branch at 3pm. I took my number 3060 and the number being served at that moment was 3044. I waited &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt;. After what seemed like centuries, the counter was finally serving the customer with the number 3054. Just then, they opened up a new counter(which they should have done at least one hour ago!!!!! goodness me) as the time was running late and miraculously, the man working at the counter called out to me, "amoi, you dulu" so I jogged happily to the counter, told him what I want and passed him the documents. The thought that I actually overtook 6 customers' turn, did cheer me up a little after rusting for &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; hours in the bank but nah, luck's just not on my side today, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; customer who came much later than me, left the bank ealier than me. why? cause the moment the man who was about to help me to process my stuff, some program or whatever it was, got jammed. So I'm &lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt; to the waiting process &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. Waiting is actually tiring do you know that? Tests one's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. I waited, day dreamed, woke up, waited sommore, day dreamed sommore, woke up for the i-dunno-how-many-times, finally he told me its done, in an apologetic manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I jogged to the car, which was parked quite far away, on the way there, I suddenly remembered after spending 2 hours and a half in the bank, I forgot to come out to change the parking coupon. Usually I'll be jumping around due to excessive adrenaline; but this time I didnt, probably was too tired. lol. All I hoped was that &lt;em&gt;somhow&lt;/em&gt;, I dont get any samans, unfortunately, I got 3. Now this is funny,as this is the first time I got saman, and I got three. one go. lol. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After that, finally I was going home. Yeah, going home at peak hour- 5.30pm. how smart. That's not the worst part. Wanna know what else came up after that? I needed the toilet so ultra badly while I was trapped in the hectic traffic jam. Thank god my bladder listened to me, from 3rd mile till I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best buddies for human is not television(sorry garfield) but pets, I came home and after I came out from the toilet, I was greeted by hola who was really excited and happy, showed me his cute face and ass as if he was saying, "common! play with me!!" and tadaa, I laughed and forget all about the day ^^v thanks to him :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6810508056438708965?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6810508056438708965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6810508056438708965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6810508056438708965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6810508056438708965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-day.html' title='what a day'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5614144290003103000</id><published>2009-12-05T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:22:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from cheryl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8951cc1615430bbd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8951cc1615430bbd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330011793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76E28BD4945D281308158173ADEC95A098CAAEE1.1F1259578C282FEBAC316D1E3DA6B8EE8B0CF749%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8951cc1615430bbd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6b4P-IZqm3jpIB1bx4DKdA9Za3E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8951cc1615430bbd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330011793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76E28BD4945D281308158173ADEC95A098CAAEE1.1F1259578C282FEBAC316D1E3DA6B8EE8B0CF749%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8951cc1615430bbd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6b4P-IZqm3jpIB1bx4DKdA9Za3E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thanks pig teo! for everything :) I'll try to bully you less in the coming days :P left one year only wad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411663333820546930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SxoXIUBhP3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/O-3DyZ8i59I/s320/Picture+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5614144290003103000?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5614144290003103000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5614144290003103000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5614144290003103000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5614144290003103000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-cheryl.html' title='from cheryl'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SxoXIUBhP3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/O-3DyZ8i59I/s72-c/Picture+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3745428677323705991</id><published>2009-12-05T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:23:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>owl post.. from chong &amp; michi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6c4a4c414616e9c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6c4a4c414616e9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330011793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29D301B7798BE11A5A971CCA3259DD735F95F66C.5FB8021DF45CC91CF3A7DFB9AC13B9FA6556AE7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6c4a4c414616e9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD2KwowBGg-sI9pzxt616gxeNKdE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6c4a4c414616e9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330011793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29D301B7798BE11A5A971CCA3259DD735F95F66C.5FB8021DF45CC91CF3A7DFB9AC13B9FA6556AE7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6c4a4c414616e9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD2KwowBGg-sI9pzxt616gxeNKdE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where's my flying broom stick??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3745428677323705991?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3745428677323705991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3745428677323705991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3745428677323705991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3745428677323705991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/12/owl-post.html' title='owl post.. from chong &amp; michi'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3196214525789641477</id><published>2009-10-12T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:02:54.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/StNFAgY4CnI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Eg1LAa1ghs4/s1600-h/water-drops-1-AJHD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391729053889202802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/StNFAgY4CnI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Eg1LAa1ghs4/s320/water-drops-1-AJHD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in Form 2, a friend once told me,"You know, if you see water droplets on the mirror when you enter the toilet, it's a bad sign.... You know... "that" thingy's sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I remembered till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3196214525789641477?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3196214525789641477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3196214525789641477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3196214525789641477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3196214525789641477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/10/superstition.html' title='Superstition?'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/StNFAgY4CnI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Eg1LAa1ghs4/s72-c/water-drops-1-AJHD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7993059255309712115</id><published>2009-09-23T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:15:15.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th</title><content type='html'>I typed the below with whatever was in my head. No second thought. It's ALL words, haha. and ultra long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 17th year started with the last day of SPM trial exam. We had Physics paper III that morning. Of course I was happy cause it was the last day of exam, though SPM was not over yet. After the exam, chong, michelle and I went to spring and ate at sushi king. plus a jug of green tea. and a cake bought by michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good year. had my SPM exam. studied a lot. and that felt good. i remembered memorising lots of history and biology stuff. wait, im not saying i enjoyed studying those but what i meant was, it felt good to actually know that, wow, i went through all those, wow i've studied those! lol anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the moment came. the moment that i've been waiting since form 4 started-- the last day of SPM. Gah, i cant remember what i did after the last paper.... did we went out right after the exam to celebrate? cant remember man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, it was packing, tidying and cleaning. i was quite superstitious, *coughs, i wasn't the only one*, we didnt have the gut to throw away all our exercises and notes. how funny. thinking something bad will happen to our results if we throw away before the results are announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played hard. spent lots of time with friends. those were the good times. in December, went on holiday with family. good times. different from other holidays because SPM was over and i dont have the usual old thought i used to have,"argh, school's reopening in a few weeks time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time to pick up a new skill, driving. went for the theory lessons then practical. funny days. interesting. and yet scary. after that, it was chinese new year, lots of visitings. and i got into two car accidents in the same week. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then february came, went to sis' place and michelle too, left to bintulu. leaving hola in kuching :D one thing to remember, that's the time that meow actually fall for harry potter books. i was glad. and oh one more thing to remember, i did not sleep for a whole night, on the night of my arrival at lcct. oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march came, and that month... many happenings.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, had my driving test. and i remembered how nervous i was, and how CLOSE i was to failing the test! BUT, I passed :D and i was happy about that. of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, announcement of spm results. i think i've a post about it. lazy to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, those were the tiring moments. applications after applications. attended interviews. thats not the worst part, waiting is the worst. anyway yeah, dont feel like repeating those days, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then....april and may. while waiting for the applications and interviews results, at the same time i was busy with wesak preparations and carol practices. nights after nights. practices after practices. then finally it was time to perform our carols. the night before wesak day, was the night i got the result that i've failed the jpa scholarsip application. it was at first heart breaking session, but to tell the truth now, im glad that i did not get it. im glad im in form 6 now. truthfully glad. then the next day was wesak day and during the day, i was over at kbs to help out the sales, while as for the night, i joined the parade. and of course, it was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, form 6 started. it was like a totally new chapter of life. to study in an all boys school was at first(actually still) definitely not the nicest thing in the world. at first, i complained and complained, blamed myself for getting stuck in form 6. blamed my physics for getting A2 in spm instead of A1. that was at first. i wasn't the only one from my form 5 class to get into form 6, there were others too. but it was different. to spend days in school without my used to circle of friends was totally annoying. but again, that was AT FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started, then im back to a student's life again. no more care free days where i was only busy for social activities like wesak preparations.. so.... back to a student's life. joined lots of activities and clubs and im back to a prefect again. back to wake up at 5.50am. back to sleeping in the afternoon after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went through many things without my used to circle of friends, at first it seemed impossible, because there were some quarrels and fights and disagreements(although not very obvious)but i was very wrong because those fights earned myself a few new close and trustworthy friends. at the same time, i get to know many new people/friends. of course, learned many things too, and i dont think mentioning those things is necessary because my shoulders are damn tired now. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last night of my 17th year, or should i say last few hours, was spent on studying about statics and equilibrium. then i went home after tuition to check my email inbox to find a new unread email from my friends, chong and michelle. the subject of the email asked me not to open it before 23rd september but ah, haha, i texted them to tell them, hey lets just assume its 12.01am already, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i enjoyed the special gift at 11.50pm. it was simple, doesn't cost a penny but it was obvious lots of work and time were being put into the gift. it was touching. and i love it. i texted back thank you but knew it was not enough to express my gratitude but how else can i tell them? i wanted to throw my arms around them, but they are not here. the best i can do is to text back, and only express my feelings through words. which was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clock struck 12am. I did not feel any different from how I felt a minute ago. many other friends and sis wished me happy birthday too, and once again, thank you people ^^v&lt;br /&gt;then i went up to bed and saw a gift on my table from my parents. was surprised cause it was unexpected. then i went into dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the end of my good 17th year. albeit there were quite a few dissapointed moments too but truthfully, im really glad with what im doing now(f6) and what i have now. im glad i get to stay in kuching. im glad i did not have to leave so soon. im glad with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up in the morning and yeah, thats the first morning of my 18th year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7993059255309712115?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7993059255309712115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7993059255309712115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7993059255309712115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7993059255309712115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/09/17th.html' title='17th'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-1575019672715647173</id><published>2009-09-06T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:15:33.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>AH! Today... in the morning, I woke up to find the whole family went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading Chemistry, they came back. And brought new things back too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was REALLY REALLY REALLY excited that I texted almost everyone i knew to tell them about THIS. haha. But now I'm already quite calm. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378373838543472722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SqPSgqOjSFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/x7aErClT1rg/s320/IMG_0104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAAADDAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! RABBITS!!!! AWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SqPSFsRS3DI/AAAAAAAAAko/YTxzYiU_mds/s1600-h/IMG_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378373375235382322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SqPSFsRS3DI/AAAAAAAAAko/YTxzYiU_mds/s320/IMG_0099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Prince :D brown ears, brown eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SqPRufSQGvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Pq9X0U2OS5I/s1600-h/IMG_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378372976612743922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SqPRufSQGvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Pq9X0U2OS5I/s320/IMG_0097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is Winter. Pink ears and eyes :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first person came to my mind was AMY!! haha. you should be proud... amu.. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then in the evening I went for badminton and something horrible happened to Prince. He dropped into the pond! Then my brother jumped into the pond to save him haha. He looked quite okay now....I mean Prince.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like them. They are REALLY CUTE!!! Aahhahaha!! XD But then, quite boring la, cause they don't make noise. Like so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;! And plus not much actions, just hop here and there. Not that I expect them to bark or anything.. But they are just so.... quiet! Which is weird. So in conclusion..... I still like my dogs better!! hahahaha. maxy and hola!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then just now Cordelia, Rhema and Cheryl came over. We wanted to go to one of the parks. Hmm because I've very &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; sense of direction, we managed to reach there &lt;em&gt;safely&lt;/em&gt;. haha :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow got Chemistry test. And yea, I stopped reading since the rabbits' arrival. Gonna continue now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-1575019672715647173?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/1575019672715647173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=1575019672715647173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1575019672715647173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1575019672715647173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SqPSgqOjSFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/x7aErClT1rg/s72-c/IMG_0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3104910544609240589</id><published>2009-09-01T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:05:06.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like so happy now! :D hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just know that we're going to have another week of HOLIDAY!!! In another three weeks time. HOOORAYY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had muet speaking with ONLY cheryl(the other two disappeared) and the topic was about interests of young people today. I read my point and as usual, I got a funny one. Candidate D always(well, most of the time) get funny points lah... Anyway, I got "Choosing suitable life partner". Cheryl glanced at my point before we start and she laughed out loud... I know why, she TOTALLY agrees that that's HER interest. hahah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not have Chemistry test today. :D Instead, had PA paper1 test. At first I &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; I was going to be a piece of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead meat&lt;/span&gt; cause I've not read a word YET.... BUT it turned out alright. hehe :D so like that lor, happy today. lol. i sound like a kid. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow PA paper2. Essays. Hopefully we get aliran sastera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SpzjBsPZ5yI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/seCFjhwPEzY/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376421673368676130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SpzjBsPZ5yI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/seCFjhwPEzY/s320/Image025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SpziCo1u1GI/AAAAAAAAAkI/W3Kcfi0bOxo/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376420590123930722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SpziCo1u1GI/AAAAAAAAAkI/W3Kcfi0bOxo/s320/Image023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, you can click to enlarge.&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/5847642217315059455-3104910544609240589?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3104910544609240589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3104910544609240589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3104910544609240589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3104910544609240589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-like-so-happy-now-d-hahah-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SpzjBsPZ5yI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/seCFjhwPEzY/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-9010834015648997005</id><published>2009-08-31T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:39:11.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SptM4b886DI/AAAAAAAAAjw/v0h0N12X1lU/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375975112656611378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SptM4b886DI/AAAAAAAAAjw/v0h0N12X1lU/s320/Image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyylowwwww people. lol.&lt;br /&gt;today is last day of holiday. going back school tomorrow. tomorrow is tuesday, and therefore there'll be muet speaking after school. h h h&lt;br /&gt;chong, amy and andreana came back last, last weekend for a week holiday so now they all went back already. corde came back two days ago. went to her house yesterday... and had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got chemistry test. and i &lt;em&gt;think..&lt;/em&gt; im &lt;em&gt;kindda.. &lt;/em&gt;ready hahah&lt;br /&gt;math test on this coming friday&lt;br /&gt;recently, had been practising Pygmalion play with classmates. hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, the above is cheryl's shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things on my mind. but dont feel like writing them out. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, happy merdeka people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-9010834015648997005?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/9010834015648997005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=9010834015648997005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/9010834015648997005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/9010834015648997005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/08/heyyylowwwww-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SptM4b886DI/AAAAAAAAAjw/v0h0N12X1lU/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-149004401143430927</id><published>2009-08-02T13:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:42:03.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny reminder</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was going into my bathroom for a shower but I saw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lizard"&gt;THAT&lt;/a&gt; horrible creature in the bathroom so I stopped dead and wondered what to do. Then I decided to run quickly and queitly into the bathroom and grabbed my liquid body wash and others. After that, I went to my parents' bathroom. I went in, checked every corner and after making sure there was no lizards, I turned to closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the door, and found something white, which at first I got a little shock but recovered soon enough. Then I started to laugh like mad in the bathroom. lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365233772276135282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SnUjsI1ytXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/mVbwlbu6Z7o/s320/Image014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365233346820235714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SnUjTX5M4cI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-vvESs_J944/s320/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365233627364211954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SnUjjtAGPPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0hNiOALxj_I/s320/Image018.jpg" /&gt; my brother... memang... haha, people, you can now pick up your jaws. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh wait, I just remembered that &lt;a href="http://neverwither.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; also need this kind of reminder to brush her teeth. tsk tsk tsk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-149004401143430927?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/149004401143430927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=149004401143430927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/149004401143430927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/149004401143430927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-reminder.html' title='funny reminder'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SnUjsI1ytXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/mVbwlbu6Z7o/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-561538050043834295</id><published>2009-07-18T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:10:25.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kan pei</title><content type='html'>Once there was a Chinese wedding dinner. The dinner occupied only half the restaurant. The other half was occupied by some American tourists. As the wedding Chinese couples hop from table to table to toast the guests, the cheers of " KAN PEI .. "(happy &amp;amp; joyous drinking) gets louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One American gets more and more irritated as the couple get closer to him. "KAN PEI ...!" "KAN .... PEI "....!!!" The cheers continued. Finally, the irritated American couldn't take it anymore. He stood up on his chair and shouted. "IF YOU CAN'T PAY, THEN LET ME PAY FOR YOU...!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-561538050043834295?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/561538050043834295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=561538050043834295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/561538050043834295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/561538050043834295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/07/kan-pei.html' title='kan pei'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5306234236687575315</id><published>2009-07-12T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:54:08.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updated</title><content type='html'>I noticed, the more careful I'm trying to be at driving, the more mistakes I will make. But if I drive without trying to be extra careful, as in just be myself when I drive, the journey will be safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I experienced two times where I &lt;em&gt;nearly&lt;/em&gt; get myself into horrible accidents. I guess I was just lucky enough. Very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was on my way back home from school, I was at the Chicago's junction. After the two cars infront of me went off, it was my turn to get out and I sweared I looked and made very sure there was no more cars coming from the right, so I &lt;strong&gt;stepped hard&lt;/strong&gt; on the accelerator pedal. But when I turned my head back from right to the front, to my horror, there was a black Kenari right infront of me. Like how did it get there??? A moment ago, I thought the road was empty. Maybe that Kenari happened to fall on my blind spot. Anyway, how did I survied? I'm still wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, I got like really scared and drove at I think 40 to 50km/h with my weak knees and with lots of question marks in my head. Wondering how and why didn't I see that Kenari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, was yesterday evening. I was on my way to dad's workshop. Again, it happened at a junction, different one though. I was at the junction where Boulevard is on my left. That road was pretty busy. Cars were rushing at high speed from the right. When it was my turn to go, I waited for chances to go when there's no car coming. The chance came, there was &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; a far distance until an orange Myvi. Behind the Myvi there was a blue Kancil following the Myvi closely but of course, I wasn't able to see the Kancil. And sooo... I went out. I was wrong, even though there was a distance until the Myvi but who knows he was speeding. And if I was unluckly, he would have knock me hard from the back. he wouldn't be able to stop cause he was at high speed, so what happened was, he got squeezed into the right land and overtook me. AND THEN, that's not the end, I looked into the rear back mirror and my left hand clasped my mouth, the blue Kancil I mentioned earlier was right behind me, like really really close. He had his lights on(it was only 5pm). He managed to break but just in time. The three of us could have gotten into a horrible accident because of me. Then, the blue Kancil overtook me from the left land while flashing me an angry look. And thank god they didn't horn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, my friends and I played badminton in school. We wanted to try tennis at 3.30pm but too bad we didn't. On Tuesday, stayed back in school for 1 hour plus to do MUET speaking. There were two tasks, first is the individual task where each of us have to speak for 2 mintues then the second one is group discussion where we have to speak for 10 minutes. For the second task, we spoke for quite long already and yet the time was not up, so half way, I decided to ask the teacher how much time was left. She flashed us a weird smile and replied slowly,"Actually, I forgot to time you all.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I was called for the prefects' interview and have started my duty as a probationary prefect since then. Nothing much except once when I ask a student to tuck in his shirt, he shot me a &lt;em&gt;miang&lt;/em&gt; look, while blinking his eyes, he asked back if I would like to tuck in his shirt for him. bodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, anyone knows where to buy Math Paper 2 TB? The one most school use it as TB now. The publisher is Pelangi, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get a bit(actually, a lot) lost in Physics. The other subjects(math, chemistry, muet, pa) are okay. I find PA boring. I like the subject Physics, but I don't like the lessons.(oops.) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now first, got to send bro to tt. Oh no, on the road again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5306234236687575315?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5306234236687575315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5306234236687575315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5306234236687575315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5306234236687575315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/07/updated.html' title='updated'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-2988723672740010871</id><published>2009-06-28T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:30:58.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally?</title><content type='html'>I think it's time to update. People are starting to complain that they are sick of seeing chicken-with-egg-smoking in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really an update lar, just to tell you guys something stupid that happened to me a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking to Chong excitedly, eh wait, she was the one talking to me, and while talking, both of us went into an elevator. After the door closed, we were still talking, and we talked and talked.. Until suddenly Chong went,"Eh, WE DIDNT PRESS THE BUTTON!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-2988723672740010871?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/2988723672740010871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=2988723672740010871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2988723672740010871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2988723672740010871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-its-time-to-update.html' title='finally?'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5583686985561978268</id><published>2009-06-14T21:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:43:39.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicken And Egg Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SjT7FRDIsMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nTSSwV7dlP0/s1600-h/Chicken-Egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347174725490094274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SjT7FRDIsMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nTSSwV7dlP0/s320/Chicken-Egg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Has No Beginning, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therefore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347174344839223890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SjT6vHA5WlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VJ6rX3nyo_c/s320/image014.gif" /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5583686985561978268?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5583686985561978268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5583686985561978268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5583686985561978268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5583686985561978268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/06/circle-has-no-beginning-and-therefore.html' title='The Chicken And Egg Dilemma'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SjT7FRDIsMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nTSSwV7dlP0/s72-c/Chicken-Egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6474912781954187531</id><published>2009-06-12T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:12:38.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoohoo updated</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I mistaken the accelerator pedal as the brake pedal. Luckily I was able to respond in time. JUST in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I participated the 6th La Sallian Convention.(4 days three nights) Overall, it was good. At least it was definitely better than rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for haircut today and it took one HOUR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I became my brother's driver. I realized the more I drive, the darker I get. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for not updating my blog that frequently is not because of busy, but lazy haha so yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting next week! (have a guess whether I said that in an annoyed tone or excited tone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6474912781954187531?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6474912781954187531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6474912781954187531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6474912781954187531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6474912781954187531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/06/yoohoo-its-update.html' title='yoohoo updated'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-1165163432623708591</id><published>2009-05-21T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:49:03.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is going to die temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps permanent(quite &lt;em&gt;unlikely&lt;/em&gt; but still...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-1165163432623708591?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/1165163432623708591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=1165163432623708591&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1165163432623708591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1165163432623708591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6570208553949510411</id><published>2009-05-11T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:57:43.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Form 6'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;如果我不聽話的話, 就會這樣...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sgf8KE87YdI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZvW31DOHP3g/s1600-h/2563_1111965633068_1044707230_348355_1571703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334509533701824978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sgf8KE87YdI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZvW31DOHP3g/s320/2563_1111965633068_1044707230_348355_1571703_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Oouch&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOLS XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Form 6 is only one and a half years, that's short. And within that 1 1/2 years time, supposed to swallow two years work. Today was only orientation, tomorrow lessons start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one tell me how to not to sleep in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6570208553949510411?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6570208553949510411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6570208553949510411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6570208553949510411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6570208553949510411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sgf8KE87YdI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZvW31DOHP3g/s72-c/2563_1111965633068_1044707230_348355_1571703_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5583733611745833389</id><published>2009-05-10T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:55:47.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Form 6'/><title type='text'>Procrastination leads to... ...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting school in less than 12 hours time and you know WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No white shoes(thrown), no white socks(thrown) AND I can't find my school bag(I know I didn't throw this away so it's somewhere but I don't know where, gotta dig everywhere in the house)... So I'm going to be the weird one wearing my black shoes I used to wear back in Form 5. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I remembered to get ready the skirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5583733611745833389?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5583733611745833389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5583733611745833389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5583733611745833389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5583733611745833389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/05/procrastination-leads-to.html' title='Procrastination leads to... ...'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5866976807976688380</id><published>2009-05-10T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:22:00.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Divorce Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPiXGu8_I/AAAAAAAAAiY/WPfqsk5vomE/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108629147513842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPiXGu8_I/AAAAAAAAAiY/WPfqsk5vomE/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPc0hOATI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/gamd_K6o0Zw/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108533964013874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPc0hOATI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/gamd_K6o0Zw/s320/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPY6Kr7TI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ArCdwY4BtPA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108466760641842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPY6Kr7TI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ArCdwY4BtPA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPU_fHmeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/RKDyjkZ_V-0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108399469042146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPU_fHmeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/RKDyjkZ_V-0/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EEEWWWWWWWWW!!!! (the above)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPRxq6qHI/AAAAAAAAAh4/TCdQPkritRw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108344220821618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPRxq6qHI/AAAAAAAAAh4/TCdQPkritRw/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPOMEBa_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/VbfQFbbUVt8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108282585967602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPOMEBa_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/VbfQFbbUVt8/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPIkv9ayI/AAAAAAAAAho/AOzGSh592OI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108186133490466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPIkv9ayI/AAAAAAAAAho/AOzGSh592OI/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AHAHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPC6wQUFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/jjVDnqgPoaw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108088961093714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPC6wQUFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/jjVDnqgPoaw/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaO_IJ2QmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/22vsBkA78fc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108023838622306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaO_IJ2QmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/22vsBkA78fc/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaO7LSJd_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/xdU8N33PtqE/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334107955959265266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaO7LSJd_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/xdU8N33PtqE/s320/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off topic: School starts tomorrow. Hope I can wake up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5866976807976688380?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5866976807976688380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5866976807976688380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5866976807976688380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5866976807976688380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/05/divorce-cakes.html' title='Divorce Cakes'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SgaPiXGu8_I/AAAAAAAAAiY/WPfqsk5vomE/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-612944727791968838</id><published>2009-05-09T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:22:48.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh, I failed in securing the scholarship. No one to blame but my own imperfect SPM result. I will not deny that I was indeed a little dissapointed the moment I know my result but it was just for a moment. After some thinking, I totally got over it. Guess it just doesn't belong to me. As for now, I'm kindda excited to start F6 as I can feel myself rusting already. Oh wells, Form 6 here I come! Okay I will be doing my Form 6 at St Joseph Secondary School, Kuching and this is just sooo weird.... to study in an all boys school =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This long holiday is finally coming to an end. ^^ Can't wait to start studying but I know I SURELY will start complaining and hunting for holidays after I start sudying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little note to &lt;a href="http://www.neverwither.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hola&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing. And I don't think you need to thank me.(for what? I didn't do anything afterall!) I believed that you definitely would have done the same thing if you were in my position. RIGHT? Well, THE DAY finally came. Sobs. You and meow are going to leave............................................................................................................................... ME BEHIND!! By the way, I'm really happy for you! For you're now &lt;em&gt;one step closer(&lt;/em&gt;does this phrase remind you of Amy?) to your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wesak Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-612944727791968838?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/612944727791968838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=612944727791968838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/612944727791968838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/612944727791968838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/05/heh-i-failed-in-securing-scholarship.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-8996386790338939631</id><published>2009-05-05T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:33:09.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calls</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, at 8 something in the morning, my mobile phone rang and showed a 013 number calling. Cleared my throat(hehe who knows right?) while wondering who could it be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end, a guy replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hello? *inserts some &lt;em&gt;Bahasa Sarawak&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= must be wrong number, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Salah nombor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ha? Ah, sik sik.. *continued on talking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some chickens sound at the other end, sounds like he's calling from somewhere quite far.. I quite understand what he wanted to say, I think he said, "Just now I saw your number calling me so bla bla bla..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: No, tidak, salah nombor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied and hang off before he could say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than one minute, my phone rang again and it was him again. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Ah? Apa? (didn't bother to even clear my throat, duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ah... *said something but I forgot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Nak cari siapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: *said something but I wasn't paying attention*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Salah nombor, OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oh.. oh sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of call.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, at 11 something, my house phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An (old, quite la) lady replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hello? Ah.. *speaks very fluent hokkien or was it heng hua or whatever language she spoke I couldn't really understand lar~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Erm, ha?? &lt;em&gt;Ai choi ha mang &lt;/em&gt;(who are you looking for in hokkien, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: *Said something so quickly that I couldn't hear a word*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was still talking I just cut her off by telling her that she dialled the wrong number then I hang off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moment&lt;/strong&gt; I put down the phone, it rang again. Thinking it&lt;strong&gt; MUSN'T&lt;/strong&gt; be her, I mean how can she be so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so surprise that it was HER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: *blas on~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her again, she got the wrong number......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she went, "No! Correct! *started talking again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! =.= I didn't care so I just put down the phone. And it rang like almost immediately the moment I put down. This time I let it ring for a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, this time it couldn't be her anymore... Couldn't be.." I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picks up phone but just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hello? Ah Jan??(Looks like she was looking for some people named Ah Jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Wrong number, there's no such person here(In hokkien la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Ha?? Really meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head: REALLY LAH!!! what the heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Yes, wrong number. *Put down the phone for the third time while grumbling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness she didn't call anymore after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-8996386790338939631?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/8996386790338939631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=8996386790338939631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8996386790338939631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8996386790338939631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/05/calls.html' title='The Calls'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-508677247814185015</id><published>2009-05-04T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:30:56.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Some updates</title><content type='html'>Yippee! &lt;a href="http://www.neverwither.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chong's&lt;/a&gt; back!! From National Service. :D That lucky black fur creature was only stuck in the jungle for FOUR weeks and she was already complaining so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;a href="http://www.neverwither.blogspot.com/"&gt;she &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;meow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.linkinparkhardcorefan.blogspot.com/"&gt;amu&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;andreana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://irenehasablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;irene &lt;/a&gt;are all leaving again, for matriculation this Friday... :'( cry cry cry cry cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;a href="http://www.journey-to-the-high-places.blogspot.com/"&gt;corde&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;piggy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dreamofdbsk.blogspot.com/"&gt;linda&lt;/a&gt; are still not leaving, YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;meow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(M)&lt;/span&gt; uses yahoo messenger but both &lt;a href="http://www.neverwither.blogspot.com/"&gt;chong&lt;/a&gt;(C) and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; use msn, we can't chat together in only one chatbox, like conference. And &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; somehow became the middle men to copy what they say and then paste them on the chatbox they are sharing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: C says Tun Jugah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Boring ehhhh Tun Jugah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: M says Tun Jugah boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I know why she choose TJ lah! Cause it's nearer to her house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: M says you chose TJ just because it's nearer to your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: I chose TJ cause got the sour soup thingy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: C says she chose TJ cause got the sour soup thingy (you see how I got stuck in the middle?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Pelik la this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: M says you pelik. HAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: What pelik pelik?? NICE BARRHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: If she wants that sour soup, I also can make for her! Just perah limau in water la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: M says she can make for you, just perah limau in water... *laughs out loud by myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before any of them can say anything else, I got tired of copying and pasting, I typed the following in both their chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JUST GO TO SPRING LARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though I'm really really really sick of Spring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, both of them agreed. The end. Spring, AGAIN. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after they both went offline, corde came online, and I told her to go spring and she went, "again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "For the sake of someone who got locked in jungle for 4 weeks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-508677247814185015?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/508677247814185015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=508677247814185015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/508677247814185015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/508677247814185015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-updates.html' title='Some updates'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-4744065896766595973</id><published>2009-05-04T17:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:32:10.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The hole</title><content type='html'>Most of my friends are leaving for Matriculation this weekend. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered a joke someone(I forgot who) told me like a year ago, and I still find it funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three men died and went to heaven. However God(it's only a joke okay so don't get all sensitive) said, "There's only one place left in the heaven. Obviously it isn't enough for all three of you... Here's the deal, ask me a question and if I can answer it then I'm sorry, you need to leave heaven. On the other hand, if I'm not able to answer your question correctly, then you get to stay at heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first men, who was a mathematician asked a very difficult math question, but God managed to answer it correctly. And so he left heaven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second men was a historian and he asked God, also a very difficult history question. Again, God answered it correctly. And so he too, left heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third men was a fool. When it was his turn, he took a chair and poked three holes. Then he sat on it, and farted. He stood up and asked God, "Which hole did the gas went through?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had a look at the holes. The three holes are in a straight line. And God answered, "The middle one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fool laughed happily cause he get to stay at heaven as God has answered his question wrongly. He cried,"Wrong! It's my ass-hole!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-4744065896766595973?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/4744065896766595973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=4744065896766595973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4744065896766595973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4744065896766595973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-of-my-friends-are-leaving-for.html' title='The hole'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-2808542011140406581</id><published>2009-04-25T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:13:35.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Got an email... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(copied &amp;amp; pasted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, here are some beliefs of the hoteliers:&lt;br /&gt;"For single hotels, there is at least one permanent room which should be left vacant at all times. No matter how full the hotel is, they are not to sell that room(s) to any guest. It is said that the special room is 'reserved' for those 'special visitors'."So, if you plan to stay in some hotel, always book in advance. Try to avoid walk-ins. If the receptionist tells you there's no more room available, do not insist to get one anymore or try to bribe them to g ive you a room. If you do that, most of the time the room you have will be that 'special room'. "Sometimes those 'special visitors' might go to other rooms also, so here's some tips on how to protect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before entering your room, always knock on the door first, even if you know the room is vacant. "After you enter the room, if you feel very cold suddenly and have 'chicken spore', leave the room quietly immediately and go to the reception to request to change room. Most of the time, the receptionist will understand what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After you enter the room, immediately switch on all of the lights, and open the curtain to let the sunlight in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before you go to bed, arrange your shoes so that one of them is upside down.. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;okay I admit this is scary!! I mean to do that is scary... :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) Some say this represents yin and yang to protect you while you're asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always leave at least a lamp on while you're sleeping, preferably the toilet lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you' re staying alone and they have give you a twin bed, do not sleep with the other bed vacant,try to put your things, like luggage, on the other bed before you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's another tip. When you enter your hotel room, look for the Bible. Most hotels place the Bible inside a drawer, however, if upon entering, you see the Bible on the table, DON'T STAY IN THAT ROOM. It means 'special visitors' are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you see the Bible opened up on the table, LEAVE THAT ROOM IMMEDIATELY and request for a change of room! It means the 'special visitor' is really creating trouble in that room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here are some tips on protecting yourself in the cinema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not attend the first screening of any movies in the cinema. By the first screening, I mean the first time the movie is shown in that particular cinema. What's the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first screening is meant for the 'special visitors'. However, if you insist on going, then sit somewhere in the middle. The f i rst and last rows are reserved for 'them'. Be warned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever notice the last row in your local Cineplex is always vacant?(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; Now you know 'who' reserves the seats." (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;um, I once occupied the last row with only two friends, only three of us sat at the last row.... :S&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-2808542011140406581?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/2808542011140406581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=2808542011140406581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2808542011140406581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2808542011140406581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/04/got-email.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3228085775751573901</id><published>2009-04-20T21:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:03:03.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Amuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I'm in a good mood now so I'll do the tag! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upload your fave picture and answer the question below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326779373808373154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SeyFnjS5zaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/uFrfGcc_5oU/s320/tag1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Why did you choose the photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't exactly have a fave picture, well since most people have never seen how I look like when I was a toddler, there you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oops, can I upload more? haha like I said, I don't have &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; fave picture. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326780481309881458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SeyGoBD1tHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZJ5l2Ja2Dj4/s320/tag2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326782084079714306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SeyIFT18gAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/On4bKaM1HKQ/s320/tag4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327019356538105874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Se1f4YoVcBI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Nm_s2h4R3ac/s320/tag7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327021659274656450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Se1h-a_gusI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8ekHjxvV19E/s320/tag8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326782635717701506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SeyIla2sL4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/EY2a9hMl9R8/s320/tag5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326783343906410002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SeyJOpECThI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dAK68ANklS0/s320/Image00001(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326785219186361650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SeyK7zBnhTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/MGr1AcuvyLE/s320/tag6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay it was really just coincidence that I uploaded two laughing pictures together. dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When was the last time you ate pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ne of the Saturdays in this month. The Saturday before the last one I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you doing besides answering this tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides your own name, how do you like people to call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't really control what names they want to call me, can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag 6 person, the following questions are related to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Yu Yuan&lt;br /&gt;2. Azfarina&lt;br /&gt;3. Yin Jie&lt;br /&gt;4. Yii Han&lt;br /&gt;5. Yik Chen&lt;br /&gt;6. Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who is number 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A friend. Who gets frightened easily. Who find things funny easily. Who did the magic show with me. Who calls herself The Anarchist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No.3 has a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hmm? Even if I know, do you think I will type it out here?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, what kind of relationship do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, he is studying at UTP now. (I don't know what else to say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about number 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She reminds me of squirrel. :P I've not tell her this, face to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A friend. She is my ex-classmate. Who has a great sense of humour. Who joined ITF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something to number 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay, say something TO her? Not about her?&lt;br /&gt;"It has been so long since we last met. Take good care!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3228085775751573901?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3228085775751573901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3228085775751573901&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3228085775751573901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3228085775751573901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-amuuu.html' title='Tagged by Amuuu'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SeyFnjS5zaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/uFrfGcc_5oU/s72-c/tag1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5342924036496573700</id><published>2009-04-17T16:47:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:31:09.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School days - form 4'/><title type='text'>The watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was late at night, a doctor was in an elevator with a nurse. The elevator which was supposed to take them to the ground floor suddenly opens up at the *inserts a number* level(it is the mortuary site, where dead bodies are kept there) Outside, stood another nurse, she wanted to go into the elevator but the doctor quickly stopped her. He pressed the close-door button. Curious, the nurse who was inside together with the doctor asked why did he do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was a tag on her right hand, didn't you see it? Those tags are only for corpse... I believed she's dead...." The doctor explained in a shivering tone.&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;"Do you mean &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;?" The nurse lifted up her right hand and showed the doctor her tag.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Cheryl was telling me this story, she was wearing a purple watch. When she reached the last part, she also lifted her hand, and placed it &lt;em&gt;right &lt;/em&gt;infront of me, showing me the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple belt&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of her watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;(which looked so like the &lt;u&gt;tag &lt;/u&gt;she mentioned in her story!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I screamed. Out loud. =.= (I guess I got frightened. Her mission was accomplished. hmmm, one day I will scare her back! Wait, actually, when I screamed, she jumped! Cause she didn't expect I got scared! HAHA!! Yes! I already scared her back without knowing!! MUAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, we were still in class, with a teacher! Of course, the teacher went,"EH EH!!" *winks* those days....&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/5847642217315059455-5342924036496573700?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5342924036496573700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5342924036496573700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5342924036496573700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5342924036496573700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-late-at-night-doctor-was-in.html' title='The watch'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7361533730937812789</id><published>2009-04-10T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:47:43.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>The heel</title><content type='html'>My left foot is badly injured. Feels &lt;u&gt;totally&lt;/u&gt; awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on Wednesday morning, felt it ache a little so I sat on the bed and after a moment, I proceed to the bathroom and got myself ready. Later I think I was too nervous(for KPLSPM interview) to remember the pain. Hence only at 10pm when I was about to go to bed, I felt the pain again, this time worse. Nevertheless, I ignored it and went to bed. The next morning(Thursday) the pain had become more severe, I couldn't walk normally anymore, as in I couldn't hide there's something wrong with it. Anyone who sees the way I walked will know there's something wrong. Meow came to pick me up to follow her to school, and obviously the first thing she said to me when I got into the car was,"WHAT happened to you???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pain lasted like that for the rest of the day until that night when I got into my mum's car to go home from KBS, I accidentally stepped on the steering wheel, oh damn!! Pain shot up my left leg! When I got home, each step equals pain, and that was torturing. That midnight I woke up suddenly cause I needed the toilet, and this time, I couldn't walk- I placed my both my feet on the floor, and felt pain the moment my left foot was in touch with the floor, despite, I still tried to stand up, but my left feet couldn't support my own body. I reached my hand down to touch the feet and felt it was hard, and a little bigger than my normal feet size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning(today), I woke up at 10am(I know I'm a pig who sleeps for 12 hours) and I tried to walk again-still cannot. damn. With some help and support from my mum, I managed to reach the bathroom to brush my teeth, after that, I went back to bed. When I opened my eyes for the second time for the day, it was already 12:30 noon! I tried to walk again and this time, I can! yay! But slow, and again, each step equals pain. Still it was much better already since I can walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got no idea what is the cause behind, I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; it should be the heel I wore to the interviews. Not too sure though. Then just now, I drove my family to dinner and of course it's the auto car that I drove since it only needs right foot. Well, as for now, it is &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; p.ai.n.f.u.l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7361533730937812789?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7361533730937812789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7361533730937812789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7361533730937812789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7361533730937812789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-left-foot-is-badly-injured.html' title='The heel'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-936944867949481982</id><published>2009-04-08T17:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:27:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hooo and the haaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so... ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322254939573301490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sdxyq0VVsPI/AAAAAAAAAgA/x8zj7h_JJhs/s320/question_marks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: im &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; talking about this morning's interview.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off topic:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing I noticed, I do things according to my mood. ... ...Well, unless it's really really really crucial... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One lesson I learned, I've got to stop procrastinating. This habbit is going to kill me one day, ... in a way... ... Although I managed to survive(so far), I better &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;to change, for good. For example, I shouldn't be here now, as if I've got no work to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aiyooooo!!  why do I feel so confused??????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and messy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-936944867949481982?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/936944867949481982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=936944867949481982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/936944867949481982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/936944867949481982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-so.html' title='the hooo and the haaaa'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sdxyq0VVsPI/AAAAAAAAAgA/x8zj7h_JJhs/s72-c/question_marks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7661099709019134277</id><published>2009-04-03T22:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:55:39.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Funny Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At Albert &amp;amp; Michelle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I:&lt;/span&gt; "So hot man!"&lt;/span&gt; (rolls up my long sleeve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Corde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Yeah!! I didn't expect it to be so hot..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I:&lt;/span&gt; "Uugh, I feel like taking this off lah.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(points at my own coat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Corde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"OOH! I MEANT THE CHILLI SAUCE!" (laughs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chongy going back to NS tomorrow. :( hmm, i forgot to pat her before she leaves just now. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MSN,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got interview tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheryl: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ooh, good lick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*didn't notice the typing error and I went on talking about something else..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheryl: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eh I mean, GOOD LUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7661099709019134277?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7661099709019134277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7661099709019134277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7661099709019134277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7661099709019134277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-albert-michelle-i-so-hot-man-corde.html' title='Funny Conversations'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7640710634320109402</id><published>2009-04-01T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:37:00.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JPA Interview'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I won't deny that I'm quite nervous for tomorrow's JPA interview. Yet, sometimes I'm quite excited and look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray that everything goes smooth and ends well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7640710634320109402?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7640710634320109402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7640710634320109402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7640710634320109402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7640710634320109402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3583644099599294001</id><published>2009-03-29T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:05:45.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3583644099599294001?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3583644099599294001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3583644099599294001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3583644099599294001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3583644099599294001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7565155302093755342</id><published>2009-03-24T22:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:15:52.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Platform 9 3/4</title><content type='html'>Last night, my sis told me that she visited &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Platform Nine and Three-Quarters&lt;/span&gt; and I was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;envious&lt;/span&gt;. Quickly, I asked my mum about it and she went,"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yea, she went through the wall. You know, she ran really fast before she disappeared...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"WHAT?! SHE WENT T.H.R.O.U.G.H THE WALL??!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was my response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her photo and I commented, "Hey, your trolley is disappearing half way..." With that, I&lt;em&gt; fall&lt;/em&gt; for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know the truth just now: the retarded trolley is memang attached to the wall so people just go there to hold the trolley and pretend they are going into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh, after all, it was no fun. To just hold a retarded trolley attached to a solid, non magical wall. Next time someone should build the platform where we can go through :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oww... when can I play Quidditch? When can I hold my very own wand? When can I cast a magic spell? When can I go through platform 9 3/4? When can I send letters by owl? When can I wear robes and cloaks? And, when, can I FLY on BROOMS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 25th March ***&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the photo again, I think I must have been stupid + crazy to believe she went through the wall... The wall looked totally solid! &lt;strong&gt;How&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; I fall for it?? *smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7565155302093755342?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7565155302093755342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7565155302093755342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7565155302093755342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7565155302093755342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/platform-9-34.html' title='Platform 9 3/4'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7477176205233785961</id><published>2009-03-14T19:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:33:05.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damai Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><title type='text'>The stay at Damai Beach Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent the last two days of February with my friends at Damai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD PITAN(more commonly known as "bak chiam") AGAIN THAT WEEK(last week of Feb) AND IT "BURST" OUT DURING THE DAMAI TRIP. Once again, I looked like a toad with a left swollen eye. How lucky. But at least, it wasn't as painful as the first time I had it. Probably because I've nothing in hurry this time, unlike the first time, I had SPM &lt;strong&gt;going on&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Corde's, Chong's and Clarisse's dads for providing transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313432340368550770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb0aj9G9a3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/OFBUd60BfgU/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So once we reached there(around 2pm I think), we stayed in the room, talked for at least an hour before we finally changed into swimming suits. We then set off to the hill top swimming pool, by FOOT. And I was the first one to reach the top! :) It was indeed tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313439981048711970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb0hgs3ESyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MYhwWEbCKRw/s400/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the way to the hill top pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440665412537602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb0iIiUHjQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/o2VH8nsF3LI/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then the fun begun! Special thanks to Andreana(she didn't get into the pool) who took our photos while we were swimming and fooling around in the pool. Someone commented I swim like a dog. Or was it the way I swim makes me look like a dog. :( Either way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I know how people feel when I tell them they look like this that animal. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313607281039583986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb25q15LKvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/3kMGFdb8DoU/s400/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313608505192266578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb26yGN6u1I/AAAAAAAAAco/US7Krfk8XhA/s400/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313609430677299858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb27n96vopI/AAAAAAAAAcw/vSG2zYbFex8/s400/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meow said I looked "tough" in the above photo. p.s: I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; the craziest one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the pool, we went to the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313610966722930466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb29BYIj5yI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m4UUDPhcMiU/s400/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Before we leave the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313614853517841586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3AjnkrlLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pKsc_okkkkQ/s400/Picture+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313618128980394418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3DiRnzwbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qm5YISH8pps/s400/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313620673074129938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3F2XHBbBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/S2uI9G1QLK4/s400/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like the background of the above photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313625055288922242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3J1cIckII/AAAAAAAAAd4/MrnyWMiu8_0/s400/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313634223751360306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3SLHUO7zI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Rjsxur5UcaQ/s400/Picture+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313636996941306370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3UsiQPWgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/33hTw5n2ceY/s400/Picture+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313637906316372498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3Vhd8JqhI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ufg8jN7omU0/s400/Picture+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After the jump. Hola was grabbing my arm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313638681809523298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3WOm4IEmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RjUOwnUGixY/s400/Picture+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Before we leave the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was 6pm when three of my friends and I returned back to the chalet first. Took turns to shower. Slowly, others came back. And the chalet is full of noise and wet people. Oh yea, I forgot to mention, there were 10 of us altogether in this trip, all in a chalet. BUT IT DOESN'T FEEL SQUEEZY AT ALL. It's difficult to imagine, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fabulous! Special thanks to Meow! :) And of course Cheryl! :)&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to thank Hola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we went out for a walk. Walk+ talk + laugh+ lots of photos taken. One word, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313641641360016018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3Y64D8wpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yUoaIwanXLU/s400/Picture+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313647567158266818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3eTzYWS8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/W8RMuyPR94Y/s400/Picture+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By the way, that's not the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went back to chalet, ate junk while we played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mafia&lt;/span&gt;.(Not such a good idea to eat while playing this game :P) Meow and Hola wanted to murder me but I got saved by Grace who was the doctor. And that's not all. They(those two mafia) convinced me that Grace murdered me. HOW NICE.&lt;br /&gt;We played many many many rounds. And in most of the rounds, even when I'm not the mafia, CORDELIA kept saying, "&lt;strong&gt;MUST BE SIW HUA&lt;/strong&gt;!!!" &lt;strong&gt;=.="&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313644943300011634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3b7EvypnI/AAAAAAAAAew/4VpN16RMedo/s400/Picture+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cards&lt;/span&gt; game. We shouted lots of teachers' name that night. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RISK&lt;/span&gt;. A new game for me. Nice one! But we didn't finish it cause it was like 2am ++ already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3am to adjust the temperature. It was so bloodily cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last one to wake up the next morning. Had breakfast. Then we went swimming again. Went to the hill top one again. By foot again. And I was the first one to reach the top again! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313648952846257458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb3fkdeHDTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WVak66F4adE/s400/Picture+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much of our damai trip. It was just so great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7477176205233785961?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7477176205233785961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7477176205233785961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7477176205233785961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7477176205233785961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/stay-at-damai-beach-resort.html' title='The stay at Damai Beach Resort'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sb0aj9G9a3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/OFBUd60BfgU/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-8941658301763134943</id><published>2009-03-13T16:52:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:35:25.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPM Result'/><title type='text'>SPM, a History</title><content type='html'>SPM is officially over. O-V-E-R!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;: khs got talk on Thursday night, 7pm. Can you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;What is the date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;: 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;12th sound so familiar. I think I've something going on, but I don't remember now, later I go home message you whether I can go or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She gave me a DUH look and was about to explain but I suddenly remember it's SPM Result Day. Shows how absent minded I can be sometimes. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to go and I wanted to go. Nevertheless, I missed it, cause I forgot. Was out the whole day until I reached home and saw Yu Yuan's personal message in msn, then I went, "Noo! Damn it! I forgot.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, my result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3A2's for my &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt;(it's in my blood to not get A1, look at my sis. haha joking!), &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;EST&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;(Yes! Physics! Can you believe that?? My &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; scored better than my Physics!! What is T-H-I-S?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-H-I-S is unluckiness. I knew that I've screwed my Physics paper badly after I had my Paper 3. I wrote the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; experiment. As in, the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;whole &lt;/span&gt;experiment &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; word I wrote till the very &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; word. The whole thing wrong. Waste my pen ink. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a B3. Who knows one more &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; mistake and I got a B3 instead of A2 for my Physics. THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the bright side, I got straight A's for my SPM. And I should be happy for I know how many would want to switch places with me(I think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I will never forget this. I got style which means pitan, on the day I have Mathematics which was the last paper before the four days break till Chemistry papers. It was sooo horribly painful. This taught me not to study or do anything important last minute. My left eye swelled. And I looked like a toad. At first I tried reading Chemistry with one eye(right), it was alright, not for long though. After a while, I couldn't concentrate on the lines. I kept reading the wrong line. And tears started to blur my vision(note: I wasn't crying. It's stimulation). So I gave up. And I seriously didn't study throughout the weekend until the night before Chemistry, I forced myself to refresh my mind. Oh yea, I went to the doctor. Twice. The second visit made me experienced pain that I'll never forget.. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm alright with my result. Neither too happy nor too sad. I guess I'm happy cause my BM turned out more than alright. On the other hand, I'm not so glad cause of physics. Hence the happy neutralises the unhappiness. Neutralisation, Chemistry Form 4 Chapter 7. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are of course, certain people whom I want to thank. But I prefer not to say it out here. I'm not really the type who can show my feelings and emotions in public, easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-8941658301763134943?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/8941658301763134943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=8941658301763134943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8941658301763134943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8941658301763134943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/spm-history.html' title='SPM, a History'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5703726566419271880</id><published>2009-03-11T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:54:11.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I just realized the previous post is so long. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is yet, another day like yesterday... Please, pray that it's going to be good. please please please please please please please please please please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how would my life be like after tomorrow... To be more specific, after tomorrow morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will continue my reading and watching. I will only need to start worrying when I open my eyes tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5703726566419271880?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5703726566419271880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5703726566419271880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5703726566419271880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5703726566419271880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3046343414371460927</id><published>2009-03-11T12:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:01:29.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Driving Test: Passed!</title><content type='html'>Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I arrived the institute at 9am and I saw Dalilah, my ex-classmate who was also sitting for the test. She was in the 2nd session hence she finished everything before noon. While me? It was already after the noon and I have not even finish &lt;strong&gt;a &lt;/strong&gt;single task. I waited the whole morning, sat there watching people and day-dreaming. The weather was at first sunny then by 11am, it started to drizzle and then heavy rain for about one hour. However, the test goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My session (5th) was asked to do the hill task first. By then the rain has stopped. I waited at the bus stop for my turn. I was the third last in my session so I get to watch like 16 people doing the task. All of them successful in the first attempt! So when it was my turn... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed into the Kancil, placed my bag and bottle at the passenger seat, closed the door. Adjusted the back mirror, pressed on the clutch pedal, changed to gear 1, released handbrake, moved the car slightly till I reached the white line and stopped, breathed in and told myself, "ok, this is just another practice, focus on the tiang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the person infront of me was done successfully in her first attempt, I drove forward and turned left, then I was at the foot of the hill. I pressed on the accelerator to go up to the hill top but I stopped a little too early, my tyre was only at the starting of the yellow patch. damn. I was the first and the only one in my session to do the task twice. And I feel really super very grateful that I didn't spoil my second which is also my last chance. I stopped right in the middle on the yellow patch which was considered good. I smiled when the JPJ told me, "OK! Bagus!" I pulled the handbrake and released my foot brake pedal slowly. Then went on with all the steps to get myself down from the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I've collected my forms from the JPJ who marked I passed the hill test, I jogged to the other bus stop to wait for my turn to do the parking and the 3-point-turning. It was like waiting for ages till my turn. Finally, my turn came, this time I don't feel nervous at all probably because I've passed the hill. I don't feel nervous, but I was still carefull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the parking, there was almost one moment when I wanted to stuck my head out the window to shout at the JPJ, "Hey, there's something wrong with this car's clutch lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I thought I was already in the reverse gear, so I released the clutch slowly but nothing happens, then higher and higher until finally I released ALL, still nothing happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I didn't tell them what I thought. I looked at the gear, it was in fact in the reverse gear position.(according to my eyes) What's wrong now? I was quite surprise my heart didn't skip any beats cause it always do everytime I'm nervous or when things don't go right. I pressed back the clutch pedal and touched the gear with my left hand, pulled it a little more to the reverse gear position, and I heard a soft "thud" sound. So that explains why the car remained stationary even though I've released all the clutch, cause the gear wasn't really in the reverse gear, it was actually free gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parking, I proceed on with the 3 point turning which went right. So nothing to tell here. I walked out of the litar and went to sit at the bench outside the office to wait for my turn to go on the road which was my favourite. I think driving on the road is the best, followed by parking, then 3 point turning and finally the hill task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've route A. The easiest one. Before I've my turn, meow sms me to give me a piece of advice- "be friendly with the jpj so that can bodek! hehe." Whatever bodek means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed into the kancil, and greeted him(meow asked me to) but he didn't reply. Oh well. I sat there to wait for him to finish writing everything before I start to check the mirror and everything.(yii han asked me to) But half way writing, he realized I've not started so he looked up and pointed a finger at me as a signal to start. With that, he went back to his writing. Fine. So I checked the mirrors, adjusted the seat, put on seat belt, checked the signals, checked the wipers but I forgot to check the gear. Then I start to drive. There were two other Kancil infront of me who are also driving out the institute. Then he asked me to overtake, both of them. I obeyed. Then reaching route A, it was quite empty. He called someone and said he is still working later will go fetch "you". Whoever that person is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the call, he asked me to speed up. Then there was this lorry in front of us, he asked me to overtake. After overtaking that lorry, I wanted to go back to the left land, when suddenly he stopped me from turning the steering wheel. It was as if he wanted me to stay on the right land. So I asked,"What? Stay on this lorong kah?" Then he said,"Masuk balik lorong kiri lepas you overtake dia." He meant another kancil in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels different. Usually during driving lessons, my instructor never allow me to go faster than 50km/h. There were twice when I reached 50 and both time he was like,"Don't drive so fast." But yesterday was my test, and I told myself don't rush, to advoid mistakes. I thought of driving at 40 to 45, but ended up(because of the jpj) I drove at 60 to 62(ah, 60 was the limit for that road if I'm not mistaken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up, I got a total of 17/20 for driving on the road. Why? Cause I didn't checked if it's in free gear before I start to drive(true), I didn't check the mirrors(I'm positive I did but maybe he didn't see) and I didn't check the wipers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the institute and after signing some forms, my instructor send us home. When I arrived at my house, I thought, finally, it's over, it is over, forever. Yes! I can drive legally on the road. And double "Yes!" cause I do need to go for driving lessons anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only reached home for ten minutes when I heard horn outside my house, then followed by a men shouting my name. That voice sounded quite familliar though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instructor. Weird. I walked to the gate and shot him a puzzled look(I wasn't rude ok but don't know why this sentence sounded a bit rude) Then he asked,"Did you take the original forms? Cause the JPJ people called saying they can't find your forms." I replied no while going in back to the house, snatched the forms which I've left on the dining table and went out to show him. After checking they are the duplicated copies, he said,"Ok, I will them the original ones not with you. By the way, I called your handphone but you didn't answer so I've got to come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Imagine, they can't find my result form/slip and I've got to re-sit the driving test when I just thought I've passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3046343414371460927?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3046343414371460927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3046343414371460927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3046343414371460927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3046343414371460927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving-test-passed.html' title='Driving Test: Passed!'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7838451947878832783</id><published>2009-03-09T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:37:39.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>The Upcomings</title><content type='html'>10th March (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;My driving test.&lt;br /&gt;Please, pray that nothing goes wrong and I pass the test. :S  please please please please please please please please please please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th March (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;SPM Result Day. I don't know what to say, well, I know there's nothing I can do now but I'll just keep praying, hoping that my friends and I get the results that we wanted, that we hoped for, that we had been working for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th March (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;Chongy leaving for NS. You'll miss your cats(3 of them)! And your master! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7838451947878832783?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7838451947878832783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7838451947878832783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7838451947878832783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7838451947878832783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/upcomings.html' title='The Upcomings'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5602395298765887924</id><published>2009-03-08T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:31:44.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><title type='text'>My dog caught a RAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, my Max is just so cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sweeping the carpark just now. Max came around to play with my broom but I shoo-ed him away so that I can get my work done quickly. When I was done, I called for him but there was no reply so I started to look around the house. Finally, I spotted him at one of the corners, with his head lowered into an old pink pail. Naturally, the first thing came to my mind was, he is drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went somewhere afterwards to do something but I couldn't remember what I did. Anyway, after like 10 minutes, I went back to Max and to my surprise, he was still there(next to &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; pail). Except, this time he looked up at me, wagged his tail, and there was something different about him, he looked excited about something. Then he lowered his head into the pail, &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to him. My eyes looked into the pail, which was half filled with water. Not only water, there was another creature inside as well. It was swimming. And constantly, it's mouth touches Max's. And MAX SEEMED TO BE ENJOYING IT!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312925961374379522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SbtOA0WrrgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/02kxsAsyfvM/s400/CNY+2007+%26+sunset+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312926404384456194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SbtOamsg_gI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yI92P6LVi_A/s400/CNY+2007+%26+sunset+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! I MEAN THE RAT IS EWWWWWWWWWW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5602395298765887924?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5602395298765887924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5602395298765887924&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5602395298765887924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5602395298765887924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dog-caught-rat.html' title='My dog caught a RAT!'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SbtOA0WrrgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/02kxsAsyfvM/s72-c/CNY+2007+%26+sunset+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3623415927215688133</id><published>2009-03-04T16:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:28:54.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School days - form 5'/><title type='text'>Class of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sa49neuABKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/aduhUOtMAmk/s1600-h/st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309248759186588834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sa49neuABKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/aduhUOtMAmk/s400/st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not so late yet. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who are not from my class, I bet you can't find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered that studio was so freakingly small. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3623415927215688133?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3623415927215688133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3623415927215688133&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3623415927215688133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3623415927215688133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/class-of-2008.html' title='Class of 2008'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/Sa49neuABKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/aduhUOtMAmk/s72-c/st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-492455866644154036</id><published>2009-03-04T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:00:11.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>DL # 6 + a murdering note to CSA</title><content type='html'>From today's driving lesson, I know I improved. My next driving lesson will be on Friday, 8.30am. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;omg, please let me pass my driving test next tuesday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, no. How the heck did I get myself into this trouble? This is... ... ridiculous! argh, why did I agree? Why did I follow my heart instead of using my head yesterday? Why? I want to take back my words. I want to take back my promise. But I know I can't. Oh my goodness, Siw Hua, you were being very stupid to promise him! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is funny. This is embarrasing. This is stupid. I can't even do SO well myself. Wait, this is not entirely my fault. Read properly, this is n o t my fault.(kindda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your fault. You know who you are. If it weren't because of you, I wouldn't be alone now. I will make sure I... I... "insert a bully action here" you till I puas. CHONG!! BE PREPARED the next time you see me. Or I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably will only read this 10 years later since your monitor died don't-know-how-long-ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, this MIGHT not be THAT bad larh. I hope! I will keep my fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-492455866644154036?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/492455866644154036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=492455866644154036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/492455866644154036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/492455866644154036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/03/dl-6-murdering-note-to-csa.html' title='DL # 6 + a murdering note to CSA'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7833866755575163956</id><published>2009-02-26T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:00:39.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Driving Lesson #5</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH. Today's DL lasted 3 hours. And good news, I'll be taking the test on 10th March instead of 3rd. !0th... very near to SPM Result Day. :S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, i'm starting to have nightmares about SPM result nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't get the chance to revise the routes at all. FINALLY for the first time, I have my driving lesson on a hot sunny day. And FINALLY I get to go into the LITAR. And FINALLY I learned the parking, 3-point turning and hill. IT WAS SO DAMN HOT. While I was doing one the parkings, I stuck my head out of the window to look at my front tyre to ensure it's in the parking lot. Then when I looked up from the tyre, my eyes caught my own reflection in the rear mirror and to my HORROR, my hair appeared to be in RED/BROWNISH colour. (sign of dryness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stopped the Kancil in front of my house after the long lesson, I still thought I'll be sitting for my test on the 3rd. Then, my driving instructor went, "So.... your test, 10(ten)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain interpreted the message as,"I'll be taking the test on 3rd March, TEN in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice in my head screamed,"WHAT? No more lesson meh??? What the heck, i'm so going to fail. die die die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked quickly,"Ha..? No more lesson ah?" with a pleading smile. He gave me a blank look before replying,"yes yes, yes...." while opening an exercise book. Then he looked up from the book, said,"Wednesday, 8.30. Free?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain, (surprisingly) worked quite quickly. I then realized the "ten" he told me was supposed to mean, the "tenth of march". CHEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7833866755575163956?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7833866755575163956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7833866755575163956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7833866755575163956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7833866755575163956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/driving-lesson-5.html' title='Driving Lesson #5'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6702389153013034014</id><published>2009-02-22T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:03:18.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>Hullo! I arrived Kuching Airport yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up and felt as if my eyes got punched(hard) by someone. :( Pain shot up my nerves even when I only BLINKED. Well, they are getting better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to do tomorrow. I MUST complete them. I will NOT procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs* There is one thing that I regret a lot now. I know there's no point at all to cry over spilled milk but still, it's difficult not to. :'( Oh well, I'll try my best to forget about it and make super sure that I don't repeat similar mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. life would be so much more interesting without hime in my life. can't wait for it to be o-v-e-r. I mean, driving lessons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6702389153013034014?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6702389153013034014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6702389153013034014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6702389153013034014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6702389153013034014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-2291897967884123542</id><published>2009-02-19T11:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:55:34.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>long sleep... zzZZ</title><content type='html'>Last night I felt so sluggish after dinner. Probably because I ate too much. At first I thought I will just lie on the bed for 15 minutes, but the moment I land on the bed(7pm or maybe earlier), I dozed off to the dreamland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I slept for don't know how long, suddenly sis burst into the bedroom telling me there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;worm&lt;/span&gt; outside. I replied her dreamily,"On the fan, very hot..." With that, I fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9.30pm feeling thirsty. I realized I was still in my jeans so I went to change after drinking. And guess what? I don't remember anything until the house phone was ringing 2 hours ago which woke me up. Wow, I slept at 7pm!!! And woke up the next day at 9am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s.: For the first time in my whole life, I miss school and studying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; joking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leaving to KL this evening&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/5847642217315059455-2291897967884123542?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/2291897967884123542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=2291897967884123542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2291897967884123542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2291897967884123542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-sleep-zzzz.html' title='long sleep... zzZZ'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-4054377303212127232</id><published>2009-02-15T15:23:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:44:38.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBGbKCm_pQQ&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/sBGbKCm_pQQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the release date in Malaysia should be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16th July, 2009&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book a few years ago so I don't remember the details. :(  BUT, I'm going to reread, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;. :) I'm so excited! haha! Last year while I was still busy with SPM, I told myself I'm going to read HP once SPM is over. I will read it again and again until I puke. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Harry Potter!(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Not him-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/span&gt;, but the story)YEAH, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;the story! It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; their world. hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There should be a shop, selling HP stuffs. (Well, I don't expect Kuching, but KL should open up one, one day) Or maybe even better, they should build &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diagon Alley&lt;/span&gt;!! That will be a street full of wizards shop. YEAH! That's going to attract lots of tourist! whee, I will be the first one. haha. Or let's see, maybe Genting Theme Park should build one more game, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quidditch&lt;/span&gt;!! Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, back to the title, below is the synopsis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Voldermort is wreaking havoc throughout Britain as Harry Potter begins his sixth year at Hogwarts. The pressure to defeat the Dark Lord grows stronger in the young wizard. Using an old Potions Book which previously belonged to the 'Half-Blood Prince', Harry is able to increase his magical knowledge and prepare for battle. However, he must first help Dumbledore discover the secret to Voldermort's quest for immortality - the location of his Horcruxes. But the quest for the Horcruxes and the resulting battle at Hogwarts produce a tragic outcome – leading Harry to believe that he must head out on his own to conquer the Dark Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-4054377303212127232?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/4054377303212127232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=4054377303212127232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4054377303212127232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4054377303212127232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-125958325955676912</id><published>2009-02-14T20:59:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:15:10.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>WoW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Well, what are you all waiting for?" She barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, 'and say,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;!"'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP!&lt;/span&gt;" everyone shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; :) maybe I should try that, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"It only put me in Gryffindor," said Harry in a defeated voice, 'because I asked not to go in Slytherin..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;'Exactly,' said Dumbledore, beaming once more. "Which makes you very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; from Tom Riddle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Simply&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; inspiring&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"I shouted at you before you left!" Mrs Weasley said, starting to sob. 'It's all I've been thinking about! What if You-Know-Who had got you, and the last thing I ever said to you was that you didn't get enough O.W.Ls? Oh, Fred ... George ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; touching&lt;/span&gt;  :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Harry -  this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If there's someone untrustworthy around, it's supposed to light up and spin. Bill says it's rubbish sold for wizard tourists and isn't reliable, because it kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didn't realise Fred and George had put beetles in his soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;    Bye - Ron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt; XD  (there are LOTS more of the funny parts where I laughed OUT loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Happy Valentine's Day, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-125958325955676912?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/125958325955676912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=125958325955676912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/125958325955676912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/125958325955676912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='WoW'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-1701696977988998254</id><published>2009-02-10T15:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:39:08.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution 2009'/><title type='text'>I'm fortunate.</title><content type='html'>When things don't go my way, I will feel annoyed. Then I would throw tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shall be the past. Albeit things go wrong, I must control my temper and be patient. There is surely a way out! I must not throw all those unnecessary silly tantrums, anymore. Although it might be difficult not to get angry and lose patient when things go wrong, but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; try. One thing that I must always remind myself, I'm considered very fortunate in every aspects. So much more fortunate than a lot more other children... Hence, I should complain less and appreciate more. Also, I must not be greedy(not that I was or I am) but what I'm trying to say is, I should just spend on what I need. As for what I want, that should be on second thought. Only then, I'm able give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;, to those who are less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shall be my resolution for 09'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-1701696977988998254?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/1701696977988998254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=1701696977988998254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1701696977988998254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/1701696977988998254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-fortunate.html' title='I&apos;m fortunate.'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7951325648165810358</id><published>2009-02-09T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:01:04.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been reading the Fear Street Saga, #1, #2 and #3. I've finished vol. 1 and 2, now reading the third book. I just came across with this part, this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; part and I must post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She raised a hand to silence him. "I could not marry James or Hamilton. They were both innocents, both lacking in imagination, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;both lacking the evil it takes to enjoy the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;. So I cast spells. I murdered them both, Simon. I murdered them for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you--for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    Simon swallowed hard in stunned silence,"I--I do not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; it!" he finally managed to choke out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    "We will combine our powers," Angelica declared, raising her goblet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    "Yes, yes!" Simon agreed, quickly recovering from his shock. "Yes, Angelica, my dear. Together, nothing can stop us from getting what we want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    Angelica's smile faded. "Only one thing can stop us, Simon, my love. One very powerful thing--my father. He will never approve of you. He wants to send me to Europe to get me away from you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    "Come! Let us see him at once!" Simon cried, his dark eyes sparkling with excitement. He grabbed Angelica's hand and began to pull her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    "Simon, stop! Where are you taking me? We cannot see Father yet. We have no plan. Simon, we need a strategy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    Ignoring her pleas, Simon pulled Angelica toward her father's bedroom. They stopped short in the doorway when they saw Henry Pierce lying sprawled on his back on the bedroom carpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    His face was bright purple. His mouth was frozen open. His lifeless eyes gazed up at the ceiling like clouded glass marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    "Simon... I-I--" Angelica gripped Simon's sleeve. "Is he--dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    "The doctor will believe it was his heart," Simon said softly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;unable to keep a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;from forming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; on his handsome face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    "No!" Angelica cried, dropping to herknees beside her father's dead body. "Father!" She raised her eyes slowly to Simon. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;did it? You did it for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    "For us, my darling," Simon replied. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I murdered your father&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;before I came into the sitting room. I knew it was the only way could be together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh, thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;!" Angelica cried, jumping up and throwing her arms around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(shit la, it's her dad! shit. she is so sick! ok I know this is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just a story&lt;/span&gt; but still, I feel so disgusted. so sick.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"We are wealthy now, Simon. We are wealthy--and free!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hurried back to the sitting room and raised their silver goblets. "Let us drink!" Angelica urged. "To us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clinked her goblet against his. They both drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Delicious," Simon declared. "So bitter and sweet at the same time." He smiled at her knowingly. "It isn't wine--is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Angelica replied, returning his grin, "It isn't wine. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(pukes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Simon snickered and stared into the goblet. "You are full of surprises tonight, Angelica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders. Then they tilted the goblets to their lips and drank, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allowing the rich, dark liquid to flow down their chins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7951325648165810358?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7951325648165810358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7951325648165810358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7951325648165810358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7951325648165810358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7778107473277029608</id><published>2009-02-09T19:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:49:58.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerteh Trip'/><title type='text'>lousy memory + cows</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I've got memory lost. I tend to forget lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am searching high and low for object X. I thought I left it on the table but it's not there, I looked through the shelves and I still couldn't find it. How annoying. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one hour later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES YES I FOUND IT MUAHAHA I KNEW I LEFT IT ON THE TABLE! FOUND IT!!! YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10:18pm&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention one thing in my previous post. There are lots of stray dogs and cats in Kuching. But there is none here. Instead, there are lots of cows. Lembu. BIG. Running on the road. Everywhere. okay, I know I'm sakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7778107473277029608?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7778107473277029608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7778107473277029608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7778107473277029608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7778107473277029608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/lousy-memory.html' title='lousy memory + cows'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5983404134078105347</id><published>2009-02-08T13:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:50:23.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerteh Trip'/><title type='text'>Friday and Saturday</title><content type='html'>Hola people! I'm in Kerteh now. Today's Sunday but it isn't a weekend here, it's a working day. Hence, I'm alone at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a coincident that Clarisse and I had the same flight to KL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*took a photo with her and will upload the picture someday, p.s: she dyed her hair!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once landed on the ground(landed, but the plane is still moving) I switched on my mobile phone. Oh-uh, sis called. I hesitated whether I should answer or not since electronics stuff aren't allowed to be used yet. After checking the aircraft staff weren't around, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I answered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or else she might think I got kidnapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Waited at Coffee Bean for about 30 minutes for sis. Or maybe longer. I waited alone(of course) and I didn't get kidnapped. YOU SEE?? (This message was meant to be for her. ha ha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Spent the whole night at LCCT. First at CB, then migrate to MC D(24 hours), then back to CB again at nearly 5am. That was the first time I actually didn't sleep for a night. That whole night, I read RD(Jan &amp;amp; Feb) but I still haven't finish, listened to some music and played some games on mp4, and also text someone who also didn't sleep for the whole night. I finally snoozed off at 6.30am, suddenly feeling so tired. Woke up 30 minutes later and we left LCCT before 8am. I fall into a deep sleep during the 60 minutes in Sky Bus to KL Central, omg so deep that I wonder if I snore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I forgot to mention something. The second time we went back to CB, I noticed the workers are still the same as the ones who worked on the night before. (how tough working life can be.. I will treasure my study life in future!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  While eating, I had the earphones plugged into my ears. Then suddenly, something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loud, and shocking&lt;/span&gt; noise interrupted  the music.  It sounded like a snore, I thought to myself. I ignored it at first. After a few secs, it came again. I quickly turned off the music, and let my eyes scanned through the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found where the source came from. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the CB worker(male) sat about... ... meters(My estimation is horrible but I can remember the distance in my mind lols) away from our table was sleeping and snoring, loudly. (Well, I don't know if I'm being rude to talk about someone's business here. so, excuse me :P)  At that moment, I couldn't help but to laugh. One of his friends, even video taped it using his phone.  I still find it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; funny, so here goes - HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to my journey. From KL central, we took monorail to the last stop, Titiwangsa and walked to the bus station. Bus left at 10.30am and reached our destination around 4pm. I slept again in the bus, but more to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tidur-tidur ayam&lt;/span&gt; because of the stupid curtains!!! ARGH. The curtains are sure annoying, the length is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alang-alang, &lt;/span&gt;半长半短. I slept for a while only, then I felt as though someone(in that case, I thought it was sis) was disturbing me by playing, swaying, touching my right side of my face with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edge&lt;/span&gt; of a towel or some cloth. Without opening my eyes, I shoved it off. Then fall asleep again. Not long later, I was awoken by THAT thing again. It was actually the curtains. SO DAMN ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached sis house. After that, unpacked and do whatever should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now experiencing muscle ache at both arms(due to "kek lapis swak")  and thigh(I don't know why, I didn't walk much). Had a bruise on my right thigh, cause I knocked it at the edge of the computer table on the evening before I leave Kuching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5983404134078105347?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5983404134078105347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5983404134078105347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5983404134078105347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5983404134078105347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-and-saturday.html' title='Friday and Saturday'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6070414278755380390</id><published>2009-02-06T12:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:50:53.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerteh Trip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Annyeonghi gyeseyo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuching!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annyeonghaseyo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kerteh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Goodbye Kuching! Hello Kerteh!" in Korean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kerteh, Terengganu, the state I've never been to, yet. The first time I heard about Kerteh was back in Form 3 in my Geography class. Until today, I still remember Kerteh is the gas and oil town in Malaysia. Thanks to the teacher who forced us to memorize the map and gave us lots of test about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meow is in Bintulu now. Heard that it's flooding over there.. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back on 21st February.&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/5847642217315059455-6070414278755380390?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6070414278755380390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6070414278755380390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6070414278755380390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6070414278755380390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/annyeonghi-gyeseyo-kuching.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-25254378899095215</id><published>2009-02-04T20:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:00:33.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Driving Lesson # 4</title><content type='html'>Well, he told me he will come at 3pm. At 3.01pm, I announced to myself,"He's late!". I wanted to call him but changed my mind as it would be quite awkward to tell your teacher that he is one minute late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I called him at 3.20pm. 20 minutes late, so I guess it wouldn't be weird to call him then. He said "hello" in a bored tone. With that, my head was thinking,"oh no, wrong time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"erm, mr chan? It's siw hua here."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no reply from him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Today got driving lesson right?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yea, I'm outside your house now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uh-oh. I'm really good at timing. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the car and he told me that I will be taking my test on 3rd of March, Tuesday. Hmm, I'm not so sure about this. Today's lesson will be the last one before I leave to Peninsula Malaysia. AND, I have &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; learn PARKING, HILL, 3 POINT TURNING AND ANY OTHER things that I SHOULD know. He got to be kidding me to let me sit for the test so soon but have not teach me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; besides normal driving on the road. One more thing, I still can't really remember the routes, exactly. I will only have ONE week left to learn EVERYTHING after I'm back. WHY DID HE DO THIS TO ME?! W.H.Y.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendS, they all learned parking la, hill la, 3 point turning la, every other things la on the 2nd lesson. So it's like they know everything just that they are not good at it yet. BUT ME, I still have not learn ANY of those yet even though I've been to FOUR lessons and I ALREADY know the date to sit for the test. oh my gosh. This means, people, so far, I've never enter the litar. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only drove on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;route A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ONCE&lt;/strong&gt;. oh my goddd. And he expects me who has poor sense of direction to remember that. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think he forgot something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? I only got one week to learn parking, hill and three-point turning. Plus I don't remember route A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-25254378899095215?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/25254378899095215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=25254378899095215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/25254378899095215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/25254378899095215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/driving-lesson-4.html' title='Driving Lesson # 4'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7135042445940192714</id><published>2009-02-01T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:09:10.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>It's February</title><content type='html'>duh, everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd month of the year. Shortest month of the year. I need to spend my time more wisely, man. I don't want to regret when the holidays end. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some of my ex-primary school classmates. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7135042445940192714?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7135042445940192714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7135042445940192714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7135042445940192714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7135042445940192714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-february.html' title='It&apos;s February'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-4236510054477356453</id><published>2009-01-31T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:52:36.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year 2009'/><title type='text'>CNY Day 3 - visiting again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYVnCAOEWGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xxDr9Mls99M/s1600-h/DSCN1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297753820787660898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYVnCAOEWGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xxDr9Mls99M/s400/DSCN1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee, last house of the day. spot me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Visited 17 houses(I think). Started at 8 something in the morning and reached home at 11 something, near midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I was probably... 12 years old(or maybe 14) when I last played bumper car. After we visited the house below, I experienced something similar to bumper car and that I wish, I will n e v e r experience in future e v e r a g a i n. Well, actually, it happened again two days later.(5th day of cny) A less scarier one though. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297756948663387570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYVp4EdwRbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/j_sK34e6UFk/s400/DSCN1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so going to be grounded for the rest of my life if I tell dudes what happened on the day the accident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what the heck actually happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Car accident with me in the car. It feels quite difficult to descirbe to others how it happened. And yet, the picture remained SO VERY clearly in my mind. I remembered EVERY seconds of it. I remembered how LOUD and CLOSE was the "BANG" in my right ear. I remembered our shouts and exclaimed. I remembered every single detail. From the moment the driver drove in a quite strange way to the moment the car I was in stopped and remained stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to see people by the road side who had accident talking to each other and also talking on their phones. Examining their cars. Pointing at each other's cars. Some will be holding umbrellas. That day, I was one of those people whom I always see. I was one of those holding umbrealla since that morning was drizzling. I noticed people in cars who passed by us pointed at us with their fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, most important of all, no one's hurt in the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More visiting pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297753827662016082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYVnCZ1CrlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SE0CylrFxj4/s400/DSCN1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYVnCAs_JjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/w-j5bam05bk/s1600-h/IMG_2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297753820917343794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYVnCAs_JjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/w-j5bam05bk/s400/IMG_2910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYVnCc8jCiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QML6CxlUWhk/s1600-h/DSCN1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297753828498803234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYVnCc8jCiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QML6CxlUWhk/s400/DSCN1237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took AT LEAST a picture at every house before we leave. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;school's starting tomorrow. YIPPEE. I'm still on holiday. :) &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/5847642217315059455-4236510054477356453?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/4236510054477356453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=4236510054477356453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4236510054477356453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4236510054477356453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-day-3-visiting-again.html' title='CNY Day 3 - visiting again'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYVnCAOEWGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xxDr9Mls99M/s72-c/DSCN1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5378956626310221051</id><published>2009-01-30T17:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:54:13.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year 2009'/><title type='text'>CNY Day 2 - visiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYLKaGPREAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/svUL4pnXhvU/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297018661441179650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 275px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYLKaGPREAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/svUL4pnXhvU/s400/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were too excited till we forgot to take pictures. Only when we were going home, then it hit me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYLKZg6uiQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/c63o_ISSzXk/s1600-h/IMG_0227%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297018651422918914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYLKZg6uiQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/c63o_ISSzXk/s400/IMG_0227%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5378956626310221051?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5378956626310221051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5378956626310221051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5378956626310221051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5378956626310221051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-day-2-visiting.html' title='CNY Day 2 - visiting'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SYLKaGPREAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/svUL4pnXhvU/s72-c/IMG_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-6688553868424787220</id><published>2009-01-26T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:55:14.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year 2009'/><title type='text'>CNY Day 1 - open house</title><content type='html'>I shall let the pictures talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295555079677851298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SX2XSbS2tqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/B55E2upgD2Y/s320/IMG_0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SX2XSJvnKXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OqoApgn_Aew/s1600-h/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295555074966628722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SX2XSJvnKXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OqoApgn_Aew/s320/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SX2XRxI2nVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BrqkfDUdNFA/s1600-h/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295555068361612626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SX2XRxI2nVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BrqkfDUdNFA/s320/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SX2XRkSsv3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CNA710t6eyg/s1600-h/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295555064913248114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SX2XRkSsv3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CNA710t6eyg/s320/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-6688553868424787220?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/6688553868424787220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=6688553868424787220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6688553868424787220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/6688553868424787220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-day-1.html' title='CNY Day 1 - open house'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SX2XSbS2tqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/B55E2upgD2Y/s72-c/IMG_0220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-2115332014746573336</id><published>2009-01-25T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:10:39.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year, people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-2115332014746573336?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/2115332014746573336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=2115332014746573336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2115332014746573336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2115332014746573336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5582451904349133861</id><published>2009-01-20T12:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:00:27.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>too much thyroxine &amp; after DL # 3</title><content type='html'>It's 12 noon. And I'm still at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been listening to the same song over and over again since 9am. On purpose. Seriously, every time a car passed by, I will take a look outside the window with my heart skipping a beat. I'm still trying my best to breathe normally. Can't help but to feel nervous. Blame my thyroid gland. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, he's going to be here at any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEEZ. MY NECK IS JUST SO ANNOYING. IT TURNS AUTOMATICALLY TO MY LEFT(WINDOW) EVERYTIME MY EARS HEAR A CAR COMING. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I can't control my own neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed into the driver seat of that familiar Kancil at 1.30pm. Reached home at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;YAY IM DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :)  *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next lesson: Thursday, 1pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5582451904349133861?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5582451904349133861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5582451904349133861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5582451904349133861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5582451904349133861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-thyroxine.html' title='too much thyroxine &amp; after DL # 3'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-519007396069079325</id><published>2009-01-20T11:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:00:20.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>wishes</title><content type='html'>I had always wish to be in the magical world. Great, I'm finally given a chance now. To perform some magic tricks on 1st Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up and get myself ready for driving lesson which was supposed to start around 10-10.30am. I was nervous all over again. While waiting for mr chan's arrival, I made a stupid wish which came true. I was hoping, something something came up, anything, then he cannot come. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT. It came true as well. It's 11:10am now. Just called him a few minutes ago and he told me that he is having driving test now, so he asked me wait for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope, really, really hope, that later when I drive, everything goes well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-519007396069079325?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/519007396069079325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=519007396069079325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/519007396069079325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/519007396069079325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishes.html' title='wishes'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-8779566223521070528</id><published>2009-01-16T12:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:59:49.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Driving Lesson #2</title><content type='html'>Today's driving is bad. Engine died 3 times.(terrible, I know) I was stuck on the hill(CMS road) due to traffic jam. Move a bit, will have to stop already. There, the engine died 2 times. Another time was at the roundabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, like what I've predicted, my driving instructor wasn't happy about my performance today.(Duh, I dont either) And yala, got scolded when engine die. damn. Besides, I made him eat a lot of my sudden breaks. He probably will vomit after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next lesson is on Tuesday, 10am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-8779566223521070528?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/8779566223521070528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=8779566223521070528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8779566223521070528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/8779566223521070528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/driving-lesson-2.html' title='Driving Lesson #2'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-4244828660158838952</id><published>2009-01-15T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:58:56.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><title type='text'>Wrong.</title><content type='html'>Wrong day. Wrong time. Wrong place. Wrong decision. And wrong movie. Almost everything just went wrong this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Chong and Meow cause had some business to do which was supposed to be done last year. After that, ate some food in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to Medan Pelita, to watch movie of course.. When we reached there, it was not only raining, the wind was blowing very strongly as well. When we were finally inside the building waiting for the lift, I felt so wet though we used umbrella and my hair was all messy, my feet felt sandy. See? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wrong time and wrong day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we wanted to watch KM31. But because it's a Spanish horror movie and the cineplex was quite empty at that moment, so we changed our mind to "My Best Friend Girl".  And that was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wrong decision. Wrong movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the hall. And gosh, IT STINKS. Meow did something funny. Instead of pinching her nose like what Chong and I were doing, she WAS SMELLING HER POPCORN. =.=" hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only the three of us. And a very weird, very very strange and scary man. WHO SAT NEXT TO ME. Wait, not DIRECTLY next but there was this gap for people to walk. Still, you call that "next"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I noticed he kept looking at "us". Like our direction. But I thought maybe it was just coincidence. Later, Moew told us what I was thinking. Ok, that wasn't the worse part. According to the two of them, they saw him doing some strange actions. Since I was just "next" to him, I didn't dare to turn to have a look. They looked, then they tell me. And I kept looking in the opposite direction. When it was already 12:15, and yet the movie hasn't started, we couldn't take it anymore. THE SMELL, THE MAN, THE EMPTY HALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to tell the person on duty who stood at the entrance of the stinky hall. He told us not to worry... cause that man come to watch movie every day. He asked us to sit at the back. And told us the movie's gonna start soon. So we chose the last row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch movie... every day? The first thing came to my head was, so.. rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he doesn't look like the kind who is working.(to me la) And yet, he is able to watch movies in the cinema every day? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*shrugs, none of my business anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-4244828660158838952?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/4244828660158838952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=4244828660158838952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4244828660158838952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4244828660158838952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrong.html' title='Wrong.'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5035954106621092665</id><published>2009-01-15T17:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:59:41.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Driving Lesson # 1</title><content type='html'>Today, I finally had my first driving lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home from Medan Pelita at 3pm sharp. You see, yesterday Mr Chan told me he will pick me up at 3.30pm and during the last two times when he came to pick me up for the theory lessons, he was always like 10 minutes late. So I was thinking there was definitely more than enough time for me to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things turned out to be the opposite. He arrived at 3.10pm. And I was still in the bathroom! I didn't even have time to look into the mirror. Combed my hair with my fingers then I jumped into the car, then appologised and explained I just got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove to Bintawa Institute. On the way there, he talked a lot.(Not bout driving though) And of course I listened and gained a lot.He asked what course I might take in future then he told me lots of things about universities and studies. Courses and career related. I enjoyed listening to all the things he told me but at the same time, I couldn't help feeling nervous. So most of my replies are just"oh. ah. hmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we arrived. My heart skipped a beat when the institute came into my sight! Getting more and more nervous but Mr Chan just seemed to be enjoying himself telling me more stories and his experiences. After he parked the car, we switched seats. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First, he explained about the gears, pedals and their functions. The last thing he told me was,"&lt;strong&gt;Use your left leg for clutch while right leg is for break and accelerator&lt;/strong&gt;." Then he asked me to try stepping on them. Clutch first... Okay no problem. Next, the break. And that was my very &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; mistake. I stupidly used my left leg. DIDN'T HE JUST TOLD ME LEFT LEG IS FOR CLUTCH ONLY?? AHH... embarrassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, driving begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened in the beginning. He just kept giving instructions like,"Ok, now release clutch... A bit more.. Ok now press on the accelerator.. Good, a little more... Ok, right... turn right.." After the car got onto the road steadily, he commented I was OKAY but he said,"Only I can see you're nervous! *laughs* Right?" I replied the question with only "&lt;strong&gt;a... ha-ha&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was paying full attention to the road. And was listening carefully to his instructions. Then suddenly he was back to chatting mood again. I mean, I enjoy that but HOW CAN I CHAT WHEN I WAS SOO SOO NERVOUS!! Okay he asked about my parents. Then asked bout my siblings. And this time I managed to reply him with proper answers instead of just "&lt;strong&gt;a.. ha-ha&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I made a mistake, he didn't scold. And that's the thing I'm actually nervous about. Not nervous la... like more to worry. Maybe today is the first day, so he just "tahan"... What happens tomorrow(2nd lesson) if I made mistakes again, worse, if I repeat the same mistake? Is he going to scold? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I should try to remember what he taught and don't repeat the same mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must remember to press on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;clutch first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before I release my accelerator. I tend to do the other way round.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must remember to slow down when I'm turning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I drove for like 45 minutes, he said the same thing again!! =.="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're okay. Just that you're nervous laaa!!! Relax la!! Nothing one...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and he also asked me to be &lt;em&gt;more gentle&lt;/em&gt; with his gear. HE SAID IT TWICE!! "不要把我的整只gear拔出来a..." (Don't pull out the whole gear!) And I laughed at the same thing twice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way home, while we were still VERY far from my housing estate, someone called him. So you can imagine I was like a panicking chicken. He still give instructions la, but not very clear since he used his fingers. When I finally reached my house, he was still on the phone so he whispered "tomorrow 10.30 morning." but since he spoke in mandarin, I heard the wrong information instead. I heard,"明天4点半， 早上。“ And I was like, huh? 4.30am??? So I asked,"下午（evening isit??) ha?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he didn't reply. He was still on the phone. Leaving me blur. Then it was as if my brain suddenly works, 10.30am la!!! SIGH, I EMBARRASSED MYSELF, AGAIN. How stupid, who go for driving lessons at 4.30am?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shouts to myself...SIW HUA WAKE UP!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all bout my first driving lesson with a very, very patient instructor who doesn't scold me even though I made stupid mistakes like using my left leg for the break pedal. Hope I will do better tomorrow!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: I'm excited bout tomorrow, but a little scared as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5035954106621092665?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5035954106621092665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5035954106621092665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5035954106621092665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5035954106621092665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/driving-lesson-1.html' title='Driving Lesson # 1'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3640452321393207602</id><published>2009-01-11T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:09:58.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Overdue Homework</title><content type='html'>This feels exactly like I'm back to school doing the past homeworks. I got tagged like so long ago but only now I do them. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever gets tagged has to write 10 things about the person who tagged him/her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She LOVES LP TOO MUCH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She thinks her rabbits are quite cute. (hehe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we were still in school, she always gave me those "ahh-uhh"(I mean very nice la) massages. Then she will asked me to massage her hand in return.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She got bitten by my dog thanks to Chong who brought the cat smell to my house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She calls me, "Seaweed".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She laughs too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She never finish reading a book.(Excluding school books.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She disliked(I didn't say hate!) Sejarah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves Additional Mathematics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a very funny person. V.E.R.Y.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The person who got tagged has to write 10 things about himself/herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slap when I laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I prefer dogs than cats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate noise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like Garfield.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bad at cooking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My name is Lee Siw Hua. (okay, I should've typed this first)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm 17.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I can't drive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was(well, I still am but just not that much now) very crazy about magical world- Harry Potter. I even wanted a broomstick. Well, I still want if I can find... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally, I think of lizards too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do this tag. By the way, let me know if you do this tag, want to see what you write about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-3640452321393207602?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3640452321393207602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3640452321393207602&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3640452321393207602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3640452321393207602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/overdue-homework.html' title='Overdue Homework'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-7913254697374588316</id><published>2009-01-10T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:09:44.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Rules and Regulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/ habits/ little known facts about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/ habits/ little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. No tags back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Weird things? Haha. This tag is interesting. &lt;a href="http://linkinparkhardcorefan.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-corde.html"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; tagged me on the 9th Dec but I didn't have the time to do it until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can crack every joint in my body. Well, not every but most of them. These include my nose, jaw, neck, ears, knuckles, waist, kneecap &amp;amp; toes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make wishes at 11:11pm. (now, I know this is weird)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I laugh, I have the habbit to hit someone/something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always tend to imagine this-this-person looks like that-that-animal. (ahh, my school friends will know what I meant.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love orange. And I hate green. And when green goes together with orange(say, orange with green strips) that would be the most horrible colour in the world. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like Garfield. Though I prefer dogs than cats. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although I'm a few thousand times bigger than insects, I'm still afraid of them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think of lizards too often. To make sure they are not near me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I laugh easily. Even at things people might think that are not funny. (p.s.: I'm not crazy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm obsess with the number "23". Well, maybe not obsess. I should say "sensitive". Yea, I'm sensitive with that number.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would rather work with machines than human.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I simply just love dogs. Well, &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; dogs. haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bad at cooking. Maybe later I'll post about what I did to my aunt's rice-cooker. &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;, how I baked my own finger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate noise&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously. (I don't think I've told anyone) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love listening to the rain drops. Well, not heavy rain though. Listening to the rain drops just somehow calm me down and I feel peaceful. *Ahh, I'm listening now... :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-7913254697374588316?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/7913254697374588316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=7913254697374588316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7913254697374588316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/7913254697374588316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules-and-regulations-1.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5788663392132620580</id><published>2009-01-10T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:11:36.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Baking</title><content type='html'>My hands are so smelly. Rotten egg smell. Had been busy baking these days. And now, I curi tulang for just less than 3 minutes to come online and my mum is already shouting all the way from the kitchen, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SIW HUA! WHY DRINK WATER ALSO TAKE SO LONG?! FASTER LIAO!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I have got to go now. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5788663392132620580?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5788663392132620580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5788663392132620580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5788663392132620580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5788663392132620580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/baking.html' title='Baking'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-2299262996138064269</id><published>2009-01-09T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:12:04.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01] Name:&lt;br /&gt;Alysson Rene Lee Siw Hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname:&lt;br /&gt;Siw, spl, seaweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] Marital status:&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign:&lt;br /&gt;Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender:&lt;br /&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age:&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] High School:&lt;br /&gt;SMK St. Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08] University:&lt;br /&gt;I'm still too young to enter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height:&lt;br /&gt;160cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight:&lt;br /&gt;42kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left:&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. eg: harry potter haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair:&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I have hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic:&lt;br /&gt;Dust, prawn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now:&lt;br /&gt;Typing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later:&lt;br /&gt;Either sleeping or reading on my seabed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later:&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents:&lt;br /&gt;Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings(including you):&lt;br /&gt;Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest:&lt;br /&gt;Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest:&lt;br /&gt;Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family:&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half:&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I've found "it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she:&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be:&lt;br /&gt;I, me and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship:&lt;br /&gt;Uncountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000):&lt;br /&gt;woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000):&lt;br /&gt;woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half:&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong(s) you had done:&lt;br /&gt;A lot. For not taking good care of "it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argued with your other half:&lt;br /&gt;Always. Especially when come to making decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35] You have been with your other half since:&lt;br /&gt;Since I started to develop from a cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo:&lt;br /&gt;Straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half are in which stage:&lt;br /&gt;This stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39] Who woo-ed? Him/ her or you?&lt;br /&gt;?? Him, her and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marrying him/her:&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, Yes and No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[41] Your first best friend:&lt;br /&gt;err, don't remember her name but I remembered I wrote her phone number on my parents' bedroom wall. And I got scolded for that. LOLS. Can't blame me, I was only 5 or 6. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your first enemy:&lt;br /&gt;hmm, don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most:&lt;br /&gt;Love them equally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most(1 only):&lt;br /&gt;ha? I never think bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend:&lt;br /&gt;All of them are beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome guy friend:&lt;br /&gt;None. muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl/woman you hate the most:&lt;br /&gt;The perasan type who thinks she knows everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy/man you hate the most:&lt;br /&gt;The perasan type who thinks he knows everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[49] Have you ever fallen in love with your close friend before:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover:&lt;br /&gt;EW. My best friend happens to be of the same gender as me and I'm not a lesbian, neither she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstabs you:&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betrays you:&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woos your lover:&lt;br /&gt;Let her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend falls in love with you:&lt;br /&gt;Let him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend:&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student:&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[57] Have you always done your homeworks/assignments:&lt;br /&gt;Depends if it is important that is whether it affects my public exam results. Depends on the teacher as well haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most:&lt;br /&gt;The most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class:&lt;br /&gt;Love it. (do i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors:&lt;br /&gt;Err, normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior whom you love the most:&lt;br /&gt;The most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad:&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent results classmate:&lt;br /&gt;A lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate:&lt;br /&gt;A lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people:&lt;br /&gt;A lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people:&lt;br /&gt;A lot as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people:&lt;br /&gt;Again, there are a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people:&lt;br /&gt;Ugly if they have ugly thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people:&lt;br /&gt;A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people:&lt;br /&gt;A lot.. hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people:&lt;br /&gt;Got la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people:&lt;br /&gt;Got la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people:&lt;br /&gt;A lot. Switch on the TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[75] You are what kind of people:&lt;br /&gt;Female? With normal cells and tissues and organs and systems, all functioning well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes:&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses:&lt;br /&gt;From who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller:&lt;br /&gt;Taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[79] Hesitant or spontaneous:&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;br /&gt;How does a nice stomach look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker:&lt;br /&gt;Who? me? depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich:&lt;br /&gt;WHO? ME?? neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good wife or Good mother:&lt;br /&gt;Good daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get married:&lt;br /&gt;When it is the age to get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s):&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career:&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary:&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age:&lt;br /&gt;When it is the age to retire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[89] Value of properties:&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes:&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tags:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do this tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-2299262996138064269?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/2299262996138064269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=2299262996138064269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2299262996138064269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/2299262996138064269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5069281379560296521</id><published>2009-01-06T13:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:58:11.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><title type='text'>softhearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally watched Bolt yesterday. I'm surprised that I shed tears(oopsy) when the movie was coming to the end. Thank goodness I was watching alone. haha. :P It was so&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;touching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. sobs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288817233170106978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWWnQJERimI/AAAAAAAAAWY/G6vPb6p_-xA/s320/05302218_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Laugh out loud) This scene was damn funny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5069281379560296521?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5069281379560296521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5069281379560296521&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5069281379560296521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5069281379560296521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/softhearted.html' title='softhearted'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWWnQJERimI/AAAAAAAAAWY/G6vPb6p_-xA/s72-c/05302218_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-3944245475689721585</id><published>2009-01-05T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:20:34.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KBS Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><title type='text'>The Gift-Exchange Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWWdLdfjwaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3KdKCyXM1lQ/s1600-h/present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288806157637632418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 201px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWWdLdfjwaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3KdKCyXM1lQ/s320/present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, the gift exchange game. You go buy a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt; before the day of the game. Then on the day, you pick someone's name from a box to give your gift to him. Then the person who receiced your gift continues the game by picking another person's name and the game goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; ways to play this game. The above is just one of the examples. It is usually played in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've played this game for a few times on different occasions. The last time I played it was on the last day of the year &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; in the event of count-down to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; at temple. 3 or 4 days before, I was informed to get a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;. Plenty of time. And yet, I totally forgot about it until the night before. That night, my family went out for dinner, after that we went to this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green Gallery&lt;/span&gt; shop at BDC. They sell lots of stuff but I still don't remember about the gift. I wondered what got into my sis cause she kept laughing LOUDLY and CRAZILY in the shop which attracts EVERYONE's attention.(according to my dad) Then we went home because my dad has some emergency business.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; WC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only when we reached home, then it hit me. And I went, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh shit! I forgot to buy present&lt;/span&gt;!" Once again, I wondered what got into my sis cause she OFFERED to bring me out to buy present. If I'm not mistaken, it was already 9.00pm. We went to a small souvenir shop(I think the name of the shop is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3Q&lt;/span&gt; or something like that) at Tabuan Court. I picked phone chain with this cute &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; on it. The turtle was as big as my&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; mobile phone&lt;/span&gt; or maybe slightly bigger. I thought I have present papers at home so I didn't bother to buy one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288805321316915746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 159px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWWcax9KWiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ubVuoTrbFEw/s320/75147957_tp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home and only then I realised there is only&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; piece of present paper left. Worse still. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; present paper. Of course I can't use that. Then I saw this present- paper- bag given by my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; from temple as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; gift. Of course she didnt give me just an empty bag la, there was a present in the bag and I already took out the present, leaving the bag &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So I thought maybe I can put the turtle into the bag and tadaa, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;. At that moment, I thought, I dont think it will be so "cun" to pick that same friend. I mean, out of so many people, I wouldnt be so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to pick her right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I brought the present along. When it was my turn, I went up to pick a name. Nothing was on my mind. I simply picked a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; coloured paper and unfolded it which took me quite some time cause the way this person fold it was quite unusual. When it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; unfolded, my head was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt;, "WHAT THE HECK?! My goodness!" Yea, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She came up and told me that the bag looked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;very familliar&lt;/span&gt;. I laughed and replied,"Save the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; mah, so I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;recycled&lt;/span&gt; the paper lo.." I should have said reused instead of recycled. Oh wells.&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/5847642217315059455-3944245475689721585?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/3944245475689721585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=3944245475689721585&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3944245475689721585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/3944245475689721585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2009/01/gift-exchange-game.html' title='The Gift-Exchange Game'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWWdLdfjwaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3KdKCyXM1lQ/s72-c/present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-4715201745452815340</id><published>2008-12-30T15:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:59:31.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Driving is..boring</title><content type='html'>I dont really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, i've passed my law test. I made 2 mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-4715201745452815340?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/4715201745452815340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=4715201745452815340&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4715201745452815340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4715201745452815340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2008/12/driving-is.html' title='Driving is..boring'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-4454485643405160362</id><published>2008-12-26T14:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:58:56.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>I'm Home!</title><content type='html'>Aloha! I'm back. Back from holiday trip. Back from Camp. Back from Christmas visiting. And my blog will soon come back &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; as well. Whee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be attending the 6-hours driving talk, alone. I hoped I won't &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;die of boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-4454485643405160362?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/4454485643405160362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=4454485643405160362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4454485643405160362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4454485643405160362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2008/12/aloha-im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Home!'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-5110394984765523525</id><published>2008-12-13T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:17:23.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore Trip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWWAZQUSZ2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/84SQE9krup8/s1600-h/singapore_flyer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288774508781660002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 201px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWWAZQUSZ2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/84SQE9krup8/s320/singapore_flyer1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was on top of the world for 60 seconds. or maybe a lil' longer. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-5110394984765523525?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/5110394984765523525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=5110394984765523525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5110394984765523525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/5110394984765523525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-on-top-of-world-for-60-seconds.html' title=''/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWWAZQUSZ2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/84SQE9krup8/s72-c/singapore_flyer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-865606941838219790</id><published>2008-12-02T21:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:03:58.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><title type='text'>interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had never understand the game soccer and I thought I will never like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched "She's the Man" the day before yesterday which was Sunday and I think the movie somehow changed my mind bout soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275194616126517154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 241px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/STVBjd9GL6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/rm4lO4xLzG8/s320/stm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think soccer is COOL! AND I think IM IN LOVE WITH THAT GAME! But I believe this will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; last long. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, I'm going to do more research on yoga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275200518362901250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/STVG7Bf6KwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Z3Sfn6brNhM/s320/yoga_sil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/5847642217315059455-865606941838219790?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/865606941838219790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=865606941838219790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/865606941838219790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/865606941838219790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2008/12/interest.html' title='interest'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/STVBjd9GL6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/rm4lO4xLzG8/s72-c/stm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847642217315059455.post-4406418394777859540</id><published>2008-11-29T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:18:02.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post SPM days'/><title type='text'>Tell me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...should I recycle/throw all the papers?(exercises &amp;amp; notes) :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847642217315059455-4406418394777859540?l=myfavtank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/feeds/4406418394777859540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847642217315059455&amp;postID=4406418394777859540&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4406418394777859540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847642217315059455/posts/default/4406418394777859540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavtank.blogspot.com/2008/11/tell-me-should-i-recyclethrow-all.html' title='Tell me,'/><author><name>Alysson Siw Hua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192550581678303716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPSk15fxJbE/SWYfI9t77yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/J6mKm88khbU/S220/Picture+179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
