<?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-2443242518673092524</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:54:13.121+08:00</updated><category term='Decisions'/><title type='text'>Life as it is</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-6747257727529017774</id><published>2010-08-20T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:20:20.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suddenly I have something to write about. Looking forward, taking charge. I'd say looking forward is the best thing anyone can do. It sure doesn't hurt to look back at things we've accomplished so far, things we've done, people we've met, people we hurt and let out of our lives. All this sure makes one think about the value of life itself. I sound like I've been through a lot and really old but I don't think I'm the only one who thinks this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, looking forward is about making a choice. There aren't any wrong or right choices in life. Once you figure out what you wanna do with your life then just go in that direction. Don't&amp;nbsp;hesitate&amp;nbsp;or procrastinate any longer. It's the same as having a once in a life time chance pass by you and you're busy figuring the pros and cons instead of just reaching out and grabbing that chance and you pretty much know that you will regret it if you just let it pass you by just like that. At least if you fail, you at least tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from experience. I joined the Biomedical Course at UTAR last May. After 3 months, I realized that it's not what I want in life. Sure it's cool to do science but on my on terms, I've come to a conclusion whereby I don't wanna sit in a lab with a lab coat and&amp;nbsp;goggles&amp;nbsp;and carrying out&amp;nbsp;experiments. Nope. I'd rather be out and about in the world outside. And so, I quit the course. Yes. After deciding on something, I just go and do it straight when I'm very sure with what I want. Lesson learnt during the past 3 months, don't ever make rash decisions. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2443242518673092524-6747257727529017774?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6747257727529017774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/6747257727529017774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/6747257727529017774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/forward.html' title='Forward'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Kampar, Perak, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>4.311012 101.1518719</georss:point><georss:box>4.1398364999999995 100.91841240000001 4.4821875 101.3853314</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-5271992225161510822</id><published>2010-08-17T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:11:50.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili BURN!</title><content type='html'>Cut up some chilies just now. And after 20 mins my fingers start burning. Now it's a bit more bearable the pain. Crap. Note to self : Be more careful when cutting up chilies next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-5271992225161510822?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5271992225161510822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/chili-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/5271992225161510822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/5271992225161510822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/chili-burn.html' title='Chili BURN!'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-7549955295317935125</id><published>2010-08-13T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:54:16.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 After Submitting The Withdrawal Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's the second day since I've submitted the withdrawal letter from Utar, Kampar. My&amp;nbsp;floor mates&amp;nbsp;have all gone back to KL today. I have one more floor mate who occupies the room next to mine but I rarely talk to her so it doesn't make a huge difference for me. Anyhow, it's kind of quiet and very cooling now. The rain started at 2pm and stopped and now it's raining again. Perfect weather to sleep in ^.^ but I rarely do naps. Sighs. Being alone sucks big time. Got no one to talk to unless if I go on MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's quite confirmed that I'll be enrolling in the marketing course provided by KBU International College. My mum says why do I choose to go to a college rather than a university. Well, those weren't her exact words. She just sent me a message stating : got u dun want want college. Honestly, I used to the think that the word : UNIVERSITY seemed to be a fancy word and all but in the end it's down to the quality of the certificated being awarded by the body itself. We can obtain degrees from both college and university. There isn't much difference anyways. It's just the name that's different. I'd rather go to a college that has been around longer rather than a university that has just started running not too long ago. That's just a thought. I'm not saying that KBU has been around longer compared to UTAR. Google them up. It's a rather personal thing.&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/2443242518673092524-7549955295317935125?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7549955295317935125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-after-submitting-withdrawal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/7549955295317935125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/7549955295317935125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-after-submitting-withdrawal.html' title='Day 2 After Submitting The Withdrawal Letter'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-8540735627156349221</id><published>2010-08-12T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:54:16.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><title type='text'>Another day in Kampar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I went to the Admissions Office today to ask about my official withdrawal letter. Anyways, the lady there looked kinda lifeless to me. What a little fasting can do to people. I'm not going to talk about fasting. I know nothing about fasting besides the fact that it makes one go hungry and possibly developing&amp;nbsp;gastritis. I for one do have gastritis. Due to not eating on time. Ok, why do I always have to deviate from one topic to another? Oh well, back to the story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I went there around 1.40pm, when the sun was high up in the sky by bike. Can you possibly imagine that? Terrible. Thing is, I didn't break into a sweating frenzy when I was cycling. I started&amp;nbsp;perspiring when I was resting. Oh gawd. So after that I went to see the lady with a friend of mine. The lady said it would normally take 1 week to process everything. What a let down. ONE WEEK. What am I going to do for the time being I wonder since I no longer am going to attend the classes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Facebook is no longer fun and my mailbox is almost always empty besides being filled with notifications from fb. I have got to pick up a new hobby. I have got no books here to read anymore, which is a very sad fact. On the bright side though, I'll be back in KL in more or less a week's time. Hopefully, I'll be back next sunday =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-8540735627156349221?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8540735627156349221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-day-in-kampar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/8540735627156349221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/8540735627156349221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-day-in-kampar.html' title='Another day in Kampar'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-2898522382235567017</id><published>2010-08-11T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:54:16.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of A New Chapter in Life (AGAIN)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Currently doing Biomedical Science at UTAR. But I'll soon be withdrawing from the university and moving back to KL to pursue a degree in marketing. Why the sudden change? I don't want to do science anymore. I used to think that it was fun and when something is fun, we tend to be able to cope with it more. Classes and lectures are just that but when it comes to tests and exams, that's when I realize I actually don't get what was happening even though I studied. I've been giving it some thought over the month now. Doing science is cool and all but it's not for everybody. My aunt even suggested that I do journalism since I like to write. The only thing I feel bad about now is that it took me such a long long time to finally make the right decision. Eight months to be exact. Eight months, that's more than half a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now, since I have a second chance to choose what I REALLY want to do and what is SUITABLE for me, I should obviously appreciate it. My mum asked if I still felt like a kid, i told her yes. due to being so fickle minded. She also said to think carefully, this is my life and she can't be with me forever. I know how much she cares and loves me but sometimes she doesn't seem to express her feelings the right way. I know deep down how much she cares. I told her I will make the right choice this time around and I won;t regret it. Picking science was obviously the wrong choice for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Things to do before leaving Kampar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Go to the finance office and ask for the refund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Return the book I borrowed from the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Submit the withdrawal letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Submit the letter for refund of caution money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;By the way, I previously deleted my blogs but after deleting them, I felt like there was nowhere for me to channel my thoughts.&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/2443242518673092524-2898522382235567017?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2898522382235567017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/beginning-of-new-chapter-in-life-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/2898522382235567017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/2898522382235567017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/08/beginning-of-new-chapter-in-life-again.html' title='The Beginning of A New Chapter in Life (AGAIN)'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-1948822303685485851</id><published>2010-05-24T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:39:03.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>Orientation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ok. I had to walk for about half an hour though to the hall. I made a friend along the way :) She's in the arts stream I think. And she stays 2 rows behind my place. Quite near. Now I have someone to go eat with me. Yay for me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation started at 8am. We reached at around 7.55am and these Utar people are very punctual. No Malaysian timing. I went in, showed them my student bill and I/C and then collected my goodies. All done by 8.30am, considering I had to queue for a bit, I think they are fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til here, I'm so glad I made a friend today. Haha. Oh, and she's from Johore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-1948822303685485851?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1948822303685485851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/05/orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/1948822303685485851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/1948822303685485851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/05/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-7216303191685662581</id><published>2010-05-22T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:52:21.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Beginning?</title><content type='html'>I wanted to abandon my blog due to the lack of inspiration. Really, my imagination sucks big time. I don't really like to blog bout everyday stuff because I think that kind of gives away my privacy. Why am I blogging now then? Since I don't like revealing stuff. That is because I'm really bored ad I'm starting to feel a lil a faint already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine being locked up in a whole house that has, say 10 rooms. Imagine yourself being alone in a house like that. The house isn't all that huge, it's just that the rooms are small. Well, I'm not being locked up in the house, it's more of a choice really. I have the house keys but I just don't feel like going out. Actually, I did try to go out just now. At 1 something. To get lunch and possibly dinner. But I came back half way. I went the long way and I was starting to sweat already so I decided to turn back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I end up in such a place? That's cause I'm going to be studying in the university across the lake in front of my house. The weather is totally unpredictable. It can be freaking hot in the afternoon til round 5 pm. Now at 6.30pm, the weather looks nice. Yesterday the sky was really sunny and hot of course, but it rained at night. It started off with a 30 second drizzle and I thought that was the end of it. Lol. I was wrong. after 15 mins, the real thing came. It poured for a bit and stopped and came again. I have been here since Thursday. Almost on the verge of going nuts when I heard voices this morning. I thought there were people moving in. But those were just P1 Max people fixing the modem. I survived 2 whole days without internet. Oh, and then after a while, I forgot what time, a girl moved in :) Hallelujah. I was happy but being an introvert, I didn't dare to go and say high. I saw her mum and her mum say me, she said hello and smiled and went back into my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First night here was utterly terrible. Really. I woke up every 2 hours or so. It was that hot. And my windows were opened. I miss my house back in KL. Look on the bright side, my aunt says. And what did my mum said? 3 years only ma, everybody also like that one, very fast past one la. My goodness. I'm not even here for half a week and I'm already thinking of my home sweet home. At least I have internet now. I wonder how long I can last without internet. *Shakes head* My mum went home on my second day here. I think I was getting&amp;nbsp;schizophrenic. I started to hear sounds yesterday. I thought someone turned the doorknob next door. And when I checked, no one. See facing four walls alone can do to your mind? Luckily, there's a TV outside. I watched American Idol at night yesterday. What else? I also got a bike yesterday. I'm still not used to it yet. I need to bike more if I don't want to end up in a drain somewhere or the lake. Haha. But I'm too lonely. I don't wanna say lazy. If there is someone to bike with me I don't care what time is it or where we're going. I just want company.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed, hope I get to make friends with the girl that just moved in. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-7216303191685662581?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7216303191685662581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/05/interesting-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/7216303191685662581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/7216303191685662581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/05/interesting-beginning.html' title='An Interesting Beginning?'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-8818080127257720511</id><published>2010-05-08T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:22:31.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored now. I need something to do! My brother is right, I can't be idle, I can't just sit in one place and do nothing. *Sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-8818080127257720511?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8818080127257720511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-god-im-so-bored-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/8818080127257720511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/8818080127257720511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-god-im-so-bored-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-3253760863967058425</id><published>2010-05-01T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:59:14.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to work everyday for the past few months have taught me a lot. Many lessons learnt. Here goes the list of some things I gained during the past few months :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. When you start something always finish it - Responsibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Prioritize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Multi task (very important skill)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Don't treat others the same no matter how bad they treat you - Patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all I can come up with now. Blogging in my brother's room. He's playing some kind of shooting / war game. I can't think straight. You may be wondering why I'm blogging here but not in my room. Guess what, lightning struck the internet chip in his computer and therefore no wireless for me, or so I've been told. I don't know, I'm not a computer whiz. So now the cable's connected to my laptop instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, a weight has been lifted of my shoulders. Maybe weights. Hmms. We'll see about that. Going to work is fun if you are doing what you enjoy but if you don't then it kind of becomes some sort of chore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to end here for now. I really can't seem to think straight. I have things I wanna write about but I can't get 'em out of my head now. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-3253760863967058425?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3253760863967058425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-to-work-everyday-for-past-few.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3253760863967058425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3253760863967058425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-to-work-everyday-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-3044332720259776523</id><published>2010-04-27T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:24:50.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free As A Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nBXpkn6kopmouM:http://seanfraser.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/the-bird-of-freedom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nBXpkn6kopmouM:http://seanfraser.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/the-bird-of-freedom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I crave freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-3044332720259776523?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3044332720259776523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-as-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3044332720259776523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3044332720259776523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-as-bird.html' title='Free As A Bird'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-1039952366891941278</id><published>2010-04-20T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:51:26.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read = Knowledge XD</title><content type='html'>I've nothing much to read about on the net these days. can't wait to go back to my thrillers after i'm done with work. sighs. i need stuff to read. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-1039952366891941278?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1039952366891941278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-knowledge-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/1039952366891941278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/1039952366891941278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/read-knowledge-xd.html' title='Read = Knowledge XD'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-537449705967216218</id><published>2010-04-17T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:11:23.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;A high school friend sent me an email and I want to share it with the world so here it goes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #444444; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its&amp;nbsp;dedicated staff, he offered a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.&amp;nbsp;Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Where is the natural order of things in my son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run to first!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay, run to third!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c20000; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: x-large; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c20000; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-537449705967216218?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/537449705967216218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/537449705967216218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/537449705967216218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-choices.html' title='Two Choices'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-3765552709125710398</id><published>2010-04-13T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T07:59:25.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All In The Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some who actually follow my blog would have taken notice that my blog was deleted a while ago but now its back. I deleted it because I didn't think that I'd have the time to update it once university starts. But anyways, here it is again, I'm trying to clean the cobwebs that the spiders have made here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not a person who is good with words when I speak and I think I express myself more freely when I'm in front of a computer typing away. For the past few months, I've been doing part time work at a relative's office. I've been thrust into the world of adults, mixing with people who are older than me and sure they have more experience in life. I learnt that it really isn't fair in life. A teacher of mine always told us, "Who said God was fair?" She's right, it isn't. People will not give you any credit even if you are actually helping them out without expecting anything in return but they will blame you for the slightest things even if you weren't at fault. Yes, I got that kind of thing thrown into my face. It's alright at the beginning or if it's the first time someone close did that or if you're being considerate thinking that the person was just really busy and frustrated and also easily agitated. I could've brush it off but I'm not one to do so. If you know me better, I hold&amp;nbsp;grudges. But I also tend to forget about them quite easily so all's well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on, I've been thinking a lot lately. Bout my relationships with other people, bout university, bout things that a normal 19 year old would ponder about. And I've also been evading people and problems. Difficult people = problems. I found out early this year that someone actually had a crush on me. A friend who was supposed to be close but we kind of drifted apart due to some problems. I just didn't like the way the person kept clinging on me. I have to admit I wasn't that much of a good person either though. I sure didn't enjoy it when the person kept on messaging me with a somewhat&amp;nbsp;interrogative and demanding tone. I don't feel good when I hurt this person either but I don't know a better way to show that I'm really not interested and that all I want is just to be friends. You can't force a person to like you and expect them to treat you like how you treat them. And so, being the coward, I chose to retreat in the comfort of my own cocoon. I can't take it if the person was just trying to be friends too and I took it the wrong way. If time could be turned backwards, I would have been more harsh in my actions and then maybe the person who've understood better. Maybe if I was more stern and not such a soft hearted person then I wouldn't have gotten waist deep in this but let's be realistic though, shall we? What is done is done.Nothing I can do to 'unhurt' this person's feelings and I'm sorry if I actually took it the wrong way. And I haven't really gotten over something this person did to me a while ago too. A few years back. The problem that drifted us apart. It all started from an innocent and harmless gesture that caused such huge problems. I almost lost myself because of that. I didn't want what happened to me when I was 11 to happen to me again when I was 16. It hurts to be betrayed by people you trust and people you love. Especially those you had to face every single day in school. Your so-called buddies. Just let time heal the wounds formed. Wrapping the wound up too hard will only cause it to bleed again. And waiting for the blood to clot and for the wound to start healing again takes up even more time and patience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also realise I'm a fool when it comes to analysing what people tell me. I actually believe what other people say. I try to think of the pros and cons of a situation but trust had me fooled. Ever had a feeling a person apologised to you just to get into the public's good books? Meaning they didn't actually apologise out of guilt but just to make themselves look good. I suppose I'm just saying all this because my heart is closed and I am very skeptical. I'm ever so grateful to have people who are willing to stick by me through thick and thin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ending on a lighter note, I'm going to do biomedical science. And the university is not in Wilayah Persekutuan Kuala Lumpur or Selangor but I'm not telling where is it for now. I might post up pictures of the place in my future posts though so for those who don't know where I'm studying at, all you have to do is just click the follow button at the top of this page, on your top left hand corner to be exact. This is like I'm promoting my blog or something. *laughs* I've been ti the place and even booked a room in a really nice house opposite a lake. And there is even a park opposite the house. The view is really pretty. And security is pretty good too. They use smart cards for the front doors of the house. The world we live in is such a high tech place right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #202020; font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:S4B7GWR3b2M6jM:http://www.photographyblog.com/images/photo_of_the_week/09150106/Calming%2520Wind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:S4B7GWR3b2M6jM:http://www.photographyblog.com/images/photo_of_the_week/09150106/Calming%2520Wind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2443242518673092524-3765552709125710398?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3765552709125710398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-in-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3765552709125710398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3765552709125710398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-in-mind.html' title='It&apos;s All In The Mind'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-89166283195879580</id><published>2010-04-08T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:41:13.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.mgsrvr.com/funnies/cubs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://cdn.mgsrvr.com/funnies/cubs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; - C. S. Lewis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-89166283195879580?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/89166283195879580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendship-is-unnecessary-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/89166283195879580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/89166283195879580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendship-is-unnecessary-like.html' title=''/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-1667115224647800774</id><published>2010-01-04T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:48:03.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, A New Year</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post so here goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day at work. Work was fun because of the people but so tiring because of all the sitting down. I've made up my mind, I do not want to do office work if possible after graduation. I'm still thinking if I should continue giving tuition. Pays well and I guess I should since I get extra pocket money. Trying to make money is definitely not easy. Try asking your parents. Oh, and I've been positive lately and my aunt thinks so too. Haha. Being more positive keeps me happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I've been applying to several local universities but I think they process online apps kinda slow :( I have got to call them up one of these days when I'm free and ask. Hopefully I get the course I want. Speaking of courses, I kind of made a new year resolution and you people are not going to buy into what i'm about to say, lol. I'm going to reread my CHEMISTRY notes from today onwards. No, I'm not going nuts. I think it will be helpful when uni starts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things to do this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go out with the gang before they go abroad for studies one by one&lt;br /&gt;2. Study Chemistry :P (My aunt thought I was joking bout this one)&lt;br /&gt;3. Work hard and save up as much as I can :)&lt;br /&gt;4. No more procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;5. Got to go jogging or something (Sunday mornings would be a good time for this or Sat evening)&lt;br /&gt;6. No more saying, "I don't think I can do this/ This is tough, impossible (Saying impossible is bullshit I figured)\&lt;br /&gt;7. Make the most out of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have a feeling that I'm able to do all the seven :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to study chemistry. Piece of cake. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-1667115224647800774?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1667115224647800774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/1667115224647800774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/1667115224647800774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-year.html' title='2010, A New Year'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-3862045011227482832</id><published>2009-12-15T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:49:01.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing</title><content type='html'>Nope, SAM results didn't come out yesterday. Maybe coming out tomorrow. Went for a movie and futsal with the guys. Imagine me playing futsal. Lol. We watched 'Ninja&amp;nbsp;Assassin'. I only liked watching Rain strut his moves, other than that; nope. The cast had good martial arts skills though I kind of doubt their 'skills' are real. it was interesting watching them fight but not so when the blood spurt out like pipe water. O.o'' really looked like red pipe water. They have to work on the special effects =P But the storyline was quite okay and somehow quite predictable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, futsal. Hmms. 1st time playing futsal and I don't think this would be my last time doing so. It was fun. I didn't wear shoes and now my feet are all black :( (Must wear shoes next time) I was marking Siew Hong most of the time. Till he actually 'scolded' me and said ''YOU AGAIN?! I SIEN ALREADY LAH'' Lol. He is so funny when you try to provoke him. So there I was, following him all over the field :) Haha. Oh, I got hit by the ball twice. First time on my shoulder blade and second was on my upper arm. My upper arm actually went a lil red after that. But I'm good now. Haha. play games like sure will get hit one.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Now anxiously waiting for results to be out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Too bad Janine didn't come to play some futsal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-3862045011227482832?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3862045011227482832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3862045011227482832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3862045011227482832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing.html' title='Outing'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-6787070065826887000</id><published>2009-12-12T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:11:15.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss High School &amp; College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNB-5k5yWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bNWfFiHsKMw/s1600-h/19612567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNB-5k5yWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bNWfFiHsKMw/s400/19612567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNCFw4IXJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-AK6kR4E4Gw/s1600-h/19612571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNCFw4IXJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-AK6kR4E4Gw/s400/19612571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNCIgPXP9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/L-UY0MMkJCs/s1600-h/19612575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNCIgPXP9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/L-UY0MMkJCs/s400/19612575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNC-rAwD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/G20s0AZhM8c/s1600-h/19612576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNC-rAwD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/G20s0AZhM8c/s400/19612576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNCL4WT_jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jyleLocosBw/s1600-h/19613658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNCL4WT_jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jyleLocosBw/s400/19613658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1896/82/68/1357939769/n1357939769_1432349_8941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1896/82/68/1357939769/n1357939769_1432349_8941.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs261.snc1/8829_160844313673_835293673_2691312_169913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs261.snc1/8829_160844313673_835293673_2691312_169913_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but mostly high school. Can't blame me, I've spent 5 years with the same people. I think it's natural to feel that way...&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/2443242518673092524-6787070065826887000?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6787070065826887000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-high-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/6787070065826887000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/6787070065826887000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-high-school.html' title='I Miss High School &amp; College'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SyNB-5k5yWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bNWfFiHsKMw/s72-c/19612567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-8006051413978175081</id><published>2009-12-12T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:30:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs099.snc3/16643_1303890041331_1352897864_846589_7678601_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs099.snc3/16643_1303890041331_1352897864_846589_7678601_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think this is fascinating. Lol. Holes made by crabs. And look at all the tiny sandballs! How is this possible?? I guess I'm easily excited over things like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-8006051413978175081?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8006051413978175081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-still-think-this-is-fascinating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/8006051413978175081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/8006051413978175081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-still-think-this-is-fascinating.html' title=''/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-2639319895476534912</id><published>2009-12-12T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:28:50.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to look for a job soon! Haha. No more lazing around in the house. Oh, and I'm not starting Uni early next year, maybe round May or&amp;nbsp;June... Or maybe August. Hmmms. Maybe not so much August. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I'm putting up random posts due to extreme boredom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-2639319895476534912?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2639319895476534912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-going-to-look-for-job-soon-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/2639319895476534912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/2639319895476534912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-going-to-look-for-job-soon-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-389371614072480991</id><published>2009-12-10T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:26:04.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from pangkor (updated version)</title><content type='html'>Yea, I'm back from pangkor. Overall the trip was fun. Even learnt how to play poker from Chung Yi, Choon Lim and Chin Wei. Kam Yoong, Zhen-Howe and Chung Wye gave me some pointers. So confusing. Poker is actually quite addictive once you get a hang of it. Lol. Chung Yi was very nice to give me some chips when he won and Chin Wei didn't take away my chips when he won, benefits of being a newbie. Haha. Aaron showed me magic using cards. One word describes it, WOW. Lol. Kam Yoong showed me magic too. It was hilarious, but at least Kam Yoong made some progress with his skills at the end of the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;During the first night, Ji Ann and I couldn't sleep so we went to the living room where Chin Wei and Choon Lim were still awake. Robin came in and all of a sudden all of us were sharing ghost stories. I couldn't sleep after that. I feel so bad for making Robin stay awake with me till 4am. I found out that I still manage to feel fresh after 3 hours of disturbed sleep. I think I woke up at almost every hour from 4 something to 7. O.o" But during poker night with the guys cannot tahan already. Haha. Even had the floating feeling as if I was still on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Did I mention that I went&amp;nbsp;cruising? I witness sunset out at sea. So beautiful. Orange, red and yellow all blended in nicely. The work of Mother Nature. Truly magnificent I would say. How many chances does one get to actually watch the sun set at sea? Still waiting for the photos on facebook. Haha. By the way, I actually thought that I was hallucinating already when I had the floating feeling at night due to sleep debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangkor is a very nice island. Really. Oh, I also learned a fun fact. If the sand is white, that means there are corals nearby, if its yellowish then no corals. Saw sea cucumbers and a sea urchin. The uncle who showed us the sea urchin said, " Aiya, inside no meat 1" because someone said that he wanted to eat or something but I can't recall who. Haha. Sea cucumbers are no fun to handle. Chung Wye got goo all over his legs when he was holding one. The goo looked like some kind of glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner during the trip was not bad at all. In fact it&amp;nbsp;exceeded&amp;nbsp;all of our expectations. Too bad the crab was not fresh or the meals would have been almost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to KL, we stopped at Sungkai. I didn't even know that there were hot springs in Malaysia. Don't know if the ones at Sungkai are real or not but they were really fun. We went to rendam our legs in the water. So nice and comfortable. There was even one that can only be used to cook eggs. No cockles or any other shellfish, vegie and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have another trip like this again with my friends :) It's not often we get to go on trips together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-389371614072480991?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/389371614072480991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-pangkor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/389371614072480991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/389371614072480991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-pangkor.html' title='Back from pangkor (updated version)'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-6015063565131563511</id><published>2009-12-03T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:10:11.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SUE YING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SUE YING =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SxeNkrcMCNI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZM4n8O4a_B0/s400/images.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410949138584701138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wanna let you know that you are very &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;understanding&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a nice day and may all your wishes come true on this day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also, BEST OF LUCK and brace yourself for Australia. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(come with an accent, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna miss you so go get SKYPE! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;YM      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-6015063565131563511?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6015063565131563511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-sue-ying-just-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/6015063565131563511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/6015063565131563511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-sue-ying-just-wanna.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SUE YING'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SxeNkrcMCNI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZM4n8O4a_B0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-53102824475393180</id><published>2009-12-03T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:01:24.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards</title><content type='html'>If you had a choice, would you rather use a DEBIT or CREDIT card? Most people use credit cards. Some even have more than one. Sometimes credit cards come in handy but only sometimes. Definitely not those times when the bill comes and you need to pay up. I just think that credit cards make you spend money that you don't actually have. In other words, 'wei lai chien' (mandarin) / 'mei loi chin' (cantonese), these words mean future money. So, in short it does mean money we don't have in our pockets yet. There are people who don't care about what money they spend. They just keep spending. One good example would Rebecca Bloomwood from the Shopaholic series. I haven't met anyone who is a crazy shopaholic like her and hope I won't ever. Continuous spending is NOT a good thing. If I had a choice, probably gonna go with the debit card. I think it gives people that sense of reality one need to hold on to before falling too deep in the shopping frenzy and there is no way to climb out from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-53102824475393180?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/53102824475393180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/cards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/53102824475393180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/53102824475393180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/12/cards.html' title='Cards'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-3158130056941870306</id><published>2009-11-28T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:36:42.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Having holidays can be a good or bad thing. Good thing: No need to wake up early. Bad thing: You get bored, at least I am right now. It's even worse when you get a long holiday. Too long a holiday makes me lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to love holidays a lot as a kid but now... Holidays seem dull. But on the bright side, at least I get a lil rest and to think about what to do. Currently reading &lt;b&gt;The Reincarnationist&lt;/b&gt; by M.J Rose. Borrowed it from Janine. It's plot is quite good for those who like suspense and some thrill :) Really gets you to turn the pages.  And the name speaks for itself. Gets you thinking bout reincarnation. Off to read the book now. I'm hungry. Randomness. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-3158130056941870306?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3158130056941870306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/11/having-holidays-can-be-good-or-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3158130056941870306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/3158130056941870306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/11/having-holidays-can-be-good-or-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-6116505175477182467</id><published>2009-11-12T00:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:40:52.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little too not over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:E7YH0mOjAkF0hM:http://web2.darden.virginia.edu/student/uploadedImages/Student_Sites/Wine_and_Cuisine_Club/cheers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 150px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:E7YH0mOjAkF0hM:http://web2.darden.virginia.edu/student/uploadedImages/Student_Sites/Wine_and_Cuisine_Club/cheers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's almost 1a.m. I just realised that uploading pics on blogger is actually pretty SIMPLE. I thought it was a tedious task at 1st but it didn't turn out to be =) I'm going to put in more pics into my posts from now on. I think pics brighten up people's days, don't you agree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; finished SAM on the 11th of Nov 2009. A relief swept over me and I couldn't help smiling when the invigilator said, "Time's up, if you continue to write, it is considered as an act of cheating and you will be penalized". That sentence signified the end of the course of my 10 months long struggle with SAM. Ahh, it's nice that I don't have to do past year q's n all but I bet I'll soon start to bore myself and waste precious time. I'll soon be missing my college buddies =( already kinda am missing 'em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have to move on when it's time. This apply to everything that happen in our daily lives. Example: You like someone but it's not going to fruit ---&gt; move on. You know you have to but you are just stubborn as anyone out there. Saying its love and bla bla bla. I guess its just human nature to be that stubborn and not wanting to move on. Perhaps we are just afraid that if we do move on and like someone else, the same thing's gonna happen again. That's just an assumption. It kind of stings a lil when your crush tells you who they like and it just doesn't happen to be you. But that's life isn't it? I plan to face life as it is =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday is the past, today is the present &amp;amp; tomorrow is a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of the many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;important lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I learnt this year is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;appreciate life and those people in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We only have one life to begin with, we're definitely not cats.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why do I say that? This year alone, two people I know have passed on. May god bless their souls. Life is really short for us to dwell on grudges and fruitless actions. We must really learn to move on or we would miss out better things in life. There are always friendship, family and work when love fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/2443242518673092524-6116505175477182467?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6116505175477182467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-im-falling-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/6116505175477182467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/6116505175477182467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-im-falling-for-you.html' title='Just a little too not over you'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-1002043011365602591</id><published>2009-11-12T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:53:31.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SvrqyIV4MbI/AAAAAAAAABg/k-c17UKYJAE/s1600-h/Image0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SvrqyIV4MbI/AAAAAAAAABg/k-c17UKYJAE/s400/Image0816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402888849937936818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Isn't the handphone strap above just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;? Super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;too! That's my bestie's name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2443242518673092524-1002043011365602591?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1002043011365602591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/11/isnt-handphone-strap-above-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/1002043011365602591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/1002043011365602591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/11/isnt-handphone-strap-above-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZql4dQB74/SvrqyIV4MbI/AAAAAAAAABg/k-c17UKYJAE/s72-c/Image0816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443242518673092524.post-4596283873561082020</id><published>2009-11-10T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:24:36.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:lK3ZOZjzt-1jiM:http://mlblogs.mlblogs.com/happy-birthday-cake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 124px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:lK3ZOZjzt-1jiM:http://mlblogs.mlblogs.com/happy-birthday-cake.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An about 40 mins early &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wish to my buddy old pal, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;JANINE HOW SIOK HUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; =) 18 already. Like ying said, a year has passed so soon and you guys(i mean girls) will be living soon... Sobs. but nvm, lucky we got internet. haha. I got to sleep already. Feeling like a zombie. Enjoy your day. We are only 18 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;But then again, we are only whatever age once... haha. I'm crapping already Effect of not enough sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: I love you, old porcupine,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; i mean er, young porcupine. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2443242518673092524-4596283873561082020?l=ymlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4596283873561082020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/4596283873561082020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2443242518673092524/posts/default/4596283873561082020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymlow.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>ymlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07003453071425817095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
