<?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-519332899606386178</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:09:01.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my own world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-4989871523782392807</id><published>2011-05-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:32:31.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 26th May 2011</title><content type='html'>Having survived another torturing day, I have to brave through another boring off day. This is what I had been doing the whole day:-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.30pm: Woke up and stared at the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.45pm: Brushed my teeth and washed my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.50pm: Had a few biscuits and switched on my lappie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.55pm: Checked my Facebook, played a few Facebook games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.30pm: Got bored with Facebook, read "Watermelon" (downloaded ebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.30pm: Got bored with Watermelon at page 69. Played Feeding Frenzy. Thought of dad while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;playing this game (coz it has a lot of fishes in the ocean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.45pm: Finished the whole series of Feeding Frenzy 2. Bored again. Wanted to play my violin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.47pm: Picked up my violin, my housemate just came back. Put the violin back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.49pm: Paced around my room like a caged dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.55pm: Still pacing, thinking whether to mop the floor or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.15pm: Still thinking whether to mop the floor (this time while sitting on my bed). Decided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;against it so as not to be called a cleanliness freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.30pm: Now thinking of which book I should start reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.45pm: Still thinking about the same subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.00pm: Yay!! Dinner time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.10pm: Arrived at Platinum Cafe. Craving for chicken rice but noticed that the stall has gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"bankrupt". Ordered &lt;i&gt;Penang char mee&lt;/i&gt; and a glass of &lt;i&gt;teh peng &lt;/i&gt;instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.20pm: Char mee arrived. It was very salty, did not taste good and expensive. Was thinking &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;should fry it myself the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.23pm: Wait.. I don't know how to fry mee. Only know how to fry rice. &lt;i&gt;Cham...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.25pm: Noticed that the mee had "lap chang" or chinese sausage. Should I eat them and risk &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;getting infected with the infamous "black pig disease"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.30pm: The Penang char mee stall worker was cutting her/ his toenails in front of the raw mee, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;kueh tiau and clean plates. I lost my appetite &lt;i&gt;liau...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.31pm: No longer eating now but was drinking my &lt;i&gt;teh peng&lt;/i&gt; while scrutinizing the worker. Is &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;worker a she or a he? Well, he/ she seemed to be wearing a bra, so must be a she..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.32pm: I wondered how Yen Shin looks like wearing a bra. (Hahahahaha..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.40pm: Went to Speedmart 99 to buy some biscuits. Saw a rack of mothballs and thought of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lilian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.45pm: Passed by Carrefour and was still thinking of Lilian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.56pm: Saw a tractor and thought of Wilmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.58pm: Saw a grey-haired aunt and thought of mum (Ooopss..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.03pm: Reached my room. My housemate went out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.20pm: Took my violin out and played it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.15pm: Blogged and wondered why I blogged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.16pm: Was secretly hoping that one day, one of the publishers or editors would take notice of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;          my blog and help me publish it into a book (like Sh*t My Dad Says by Justin Harpern)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.28pm: Logged off from Blogspot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/519332899606386178-4989871523782392807?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4989871523782392807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=4989871523782392807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4989871523782392807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4989871523782392807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/thursday-26th-may-2011.html' title='Thursday, 26th May 2011'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-3234072897198233811</id><published>2011-05-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T05:17:31.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 4th May 2011</title><content type='html'>Truth is, one should never tempt me with durians. I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; get tempted. 2 months ago, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; in the webcam tempted me by eating durians ( the yellowish, warm, fleshy and big type which makes your mouth water even when just by looking at it). And boy, ever since then I am always on the hunt for durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally after much perseverance, I have found it today!! Some more it's on offer! I started loading my shopping basket with durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my room smells like someone who had just farted badly. Or maybe even 10 people farted and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real truth is, I farted 4 times 5 minutes ago after eating those durians.. and still farting now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-3234072897198233811?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3234072897198233811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=3234072897198233811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3234072897198233811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3234072897198233811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/wednesday-4th-may-2011.html' title='Wednesday, 4th May 2011'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-617629737644069836</id><published>2011-05-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:22:41.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 2nd May 2011</title><content type='html'>I always love bath time. For me, bath time sometimes is a hydrotherapy; warm water splashing on your body and making you relax. Often, I would take my thoughts into the bathroom with me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was thinking about all sorts of questions- how to earn more money, where is my violin certificate, etc.. I was so intent on solving and contemplating on my problems....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Only to realise that I forgot to soap myself after I had left my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylnC323Ebr4/Tb7K0Pds2TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wMQI12gxSu4/s1600/Soak_tnb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylnC323Ebr4/Tb7K0Pds2TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wMQI12gxSu4/s320/Soak_tnb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602137985348589874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-617629737644069836?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/617629737644069836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=617629737644069836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/617629737644069836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/617629737644069836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday-2nd-may-201.html' title='Monday, 2nd May 2011'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylnC323Ebr4/Tb7K0Pds2TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wMQI12gxSu4/s72-c/Soak_tnb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-4778322874453407196</id><published>2011-04-28T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T04:57:57.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 28th April 2011</title><content type='html'>It is a universal truth: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most girls are shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, too, am a shopaholic. But I don't go on a shopping spree to buy shoes, handbags, dresses, boots or whatever you call them. I buy BOOKS. Yes, it's true. I suck when it comes to books.. Really.. I have this addiction which I can't seem to control whenever I am in a bookshop, especially one with great discounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after much hesitation I finally went to BookXcess, a bookshop with sells crazily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHEAP&lt;/span&gt; books in Petaling Jaya area. I had been refraining myself to go there for the past few months lest I will spend all my salary on the oh-so-amazing books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 2.30 this afternoon I had finally mustered my courage and using my brother as an excuse, I boarded the LRT to Taman Jaya and bingo! I was in BookXcess. (My brother wanted a illustrated version of Percy Jackson and I promised I'd help him get it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped into the bookshop I felt like I was experiencing orgasm (ok, that was exaggerated). But I definitely couldn't breathe for a moment and was gawking at the sight of the books. I even sillently muttered a Don't-Lose-My-Control prayer and did a five-minute meditation and controlled breathing to help me remain calm and composed (this is true!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, after all the browsing I almost forgot about my brother's Percy Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, they offered me a free membership after I had paid all the books. To hell with all the financial guide books. I am so not going to have a lifetime savings this way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-4778322874453407196?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4778322874453407196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=4778322874453407196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4778322874453407196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4778322874453407196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/thursday-28th-april-2011.html' title='Thursday, 28th April 2011'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-2836823388810889947</id><published>2010-04-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:10:48.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are times where the only thing you can experience is negative thoughts or feelings. It is then when you find yourself questioning what you are doing is correct, or maybe it's just an illusion cocked up by yourself, made-believed into something more wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself asking... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fair the world is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true what I am thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Praying hard, I wish I can get out of this situation, a situation where no one can hear me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during these times, you really wish to fall into a very deep sleep and never wake up again.. For you are very tired of the world around you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/519332899606386178-2836823388810889947?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2836823388810889947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=2836823388810889947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/2836823388810889947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/2836823388810889947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-tired.html' title='I am tired..'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-419034727762481050</id><published>2009-10-29T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:16:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn!!</title><content type='html'>Crap!! My previously-nice-flower-blog template is gone!! Due to some technical problem, some lousy user at photobucket didn't update his account. So, by background has to be changed to polka dots. Blech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to facebook-ing, my blog has been neglected for quite some time now. Realised that I am not the only one.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gonna start blogging again (funny how i say that most of the time) but this time it is for REAL.. Will be bringing a cam wherever i go so guys, be ready in case of your candid shots being posted on the net!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-419034727762481050?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/419034727762481050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=419034727762481050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/419034727762481050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/419034727762481050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/darn.html' title='Darn!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-4592495551059174303</id><published>2009-08-07T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:22:56.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SnvkUsMTQZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CSJgfy6LjBc/s1600-h/twilight-new-moon-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SnvkUsMTQZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CSJgfy6LjBc/s320/twilight-new-moon-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367134425053348242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Snvi4z5HqcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nW2zUB-3TB4/s1600-h/29-new-moon-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Snvi4z5HqcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nW2zUB-3TB4/s320/29-new-moon-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367132846572415426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this movie to be released...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-4592495551059174303?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4592495551059174303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=4592495551059174303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4592495551059174303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4592495551059174303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SnvkUsMTQZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CSJgfy6LjBc/s72-c/twilight-new-moon-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-8900953700520450282</id><published>2009-08-06T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:34:33.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibrio, oh Vibrio</title><content type='html'>Is it coincidence? Is it betrayal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vibrio, &lt;/span&gt;oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vibrio&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Why hath thou betrayest me?&lt;br /&gt;      I hath treated thee like a best friend;&lt;br /&gt;      culturing thee, giving the life, fresh nutrients from the freshest lea,&lt;br /&gt;      like ade in the hottest summer&lt;br /&gt;      .......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;I give up. The POINT is stupid Vibrios. I've treated you so well, culturing you and giving you life and this is what I get from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've become involved with you, I get "lau sai" four times. Is this how you repay me, huh Vibrios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Soooooooo gonna get a hand sanitizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST. REALLY. GET. ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                           08.08.09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-8900953700520450282?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8900953700520450282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=8900953700520450282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/8900953700520450282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/8900953700520450282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/vibrio-oh-vibrio.html' title='Vibrio, oh Vibrio'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-6404775536514227577</id><published>2009-08-02T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:07:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S-H-I-T</title><content type='html'>SHIT!! My handphone fell into the water.. Crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it keeps dialing 6666666666666 by its own..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-6404775536514227577?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6404775536514227577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=6404775536514227577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6404775536514227577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6404775536514227577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/s-h-i-t.html' title='S-H-I-T'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-4421930739442957142</id><published>2009-07-31T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:55:07.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna miss u guys.. Sob.. sob..</title><content type='html'>I cant believe that i m already in the third year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 more months to go and we'll all go our own separate ways.. I was reminiscing the past when I was cycling with u guys yesterday.. It had always been a fun time to spend with u all.. Couldn't believe how time had flown since the first time I met the nine of you:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Mei, Kim Hock, Judith, Janet, Lai Kuan, Patrick, Fui Lin, Connie and Jia Hui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the first time I went out with Li Mei, Kim Hock, Lai Kuan and Jia Hui to Matang.. The girls and I were in the same car.. During that time I didn't even who was who and what their names were. Still remember though, that Jia Hui insisted on driving that day.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;In Matang, all of us went to our separate ways.. Wand Suan, Fui Lin, Xiu Qi and I were on our own to the waterfall while the rest went off on their own to the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Kim Hock suffered from gastric pain and had to stay in the car. Back then, I didn't know what his name was--- Therefore I just called him the gastric guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy also went to that trip- Yen Shin.. I didn't know his name as well so during that time I called him the "weird guy" as he was more of an introvert, heading off to the mountain ALONE. (Btw, I still call him weird guy behind his back..HAHA!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not even talk to the girls back then. Now, it was all laughter and jokes.. Different, huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna seriuosly miss all of u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-4421930739442957142?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4421930739442957142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=4421930739442957142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4421930739442957142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4421930739442957142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/gonna-miss-u-guys-sob-sob.html' title='Gonna miss u guys.. Sob.. sob..'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-3899795755613187143</id><published>2009-07-31T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:42:25.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiu Qi has been defeated</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh.. Just realised something.. I've won Xiu Qi. She has always been known as the "ta li shi" but based on the previous post on lab work and destroying things, I guess I had won.. Sorry ya, Xiu Qi... Try harder next time.. Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-3899795755613187143?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3899795755613187143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=3899795755613187143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3899795755613187143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3899795755613187143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/xiu-qi-has-been-defeated.html' title='Xiu Qi has been defeated'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-7882667216253547897</id><published>2009-07-31T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:40:48.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy things to do in a university</title><content type='html'>Crazy things that I had done so far in my final year:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Went fishing at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Went cycling at the old campus with a group of ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SnPHLoM9mrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vUZ8rcPava0/s1600-h/DSCN4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SnPHLoM9mrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vUZ8rcPava0/s320/DSCN4285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364850583712668338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SnPGytjxDxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6nfbHwb3_QE/s1600-h/DSCN4283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SnPGytjxDxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6nfbHwb3_QE/s320/DSCN4283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364850155653762834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                our catch of the night - 2 fishes actually&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-7882667216253547897?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7882667216253547897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=7882667216253547897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/7882667216253547897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/7882667216253547897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-things-to-do-in-university.html' title='crazy things to do in a university'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SnPHLoM9mrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vUZ8rcPava0/s72-c/DSCN4285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-5042757608177970315</id><published>2009-07-31T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:21:05.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lab work is fun.. when i get to burn n destroy things</title><content type='html'>Lab work is kinda fun actually... well.. especially when i get to burn and destroy things.. Let me give u a recap of what had happened during my lab work so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two Masters students in my lab. They don't talk much, so it's kinda boring for a cheerful and friendly person like me. So these are the things that i did to entertain myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day in the lab.... I was asked to wash all the Bijou bottles that i needed using the baby bottle brush. Guess what I did? I accidentally broke the brush, snapping it into two. Ooopsss... First thing destroyed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost track I had spent in the lab so I'll give u the basic account of what had been destroyed so far:-&lt;br /&gt;2 gloves (i accidentally burn my gloves while lighting the lighter--- hehe)&lt;br /&gt;2 inoculating loops (destroyed the first while i was doing streaking.. Hence I asked for a replacement. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mana tahu, &lt;/span&gt;5 minutes later, I broke the other one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most recent account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to prepare the TCBS agar. I had been keeping an eye on it so as not to let to boil out from the bottle. After 20 minutes of watching, I got bored and decided to do something else which makes my time more worthwhile. So I refilled the recycled pipette tips so as to be autoclaved.&lt;br /&gt;Again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mana tahu...  &lt;/span&gt;I haven't even left for 2 minutes and the agar solution boiled out from the bottle!! MY AGAR WAS BURNT BADLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked at first, but after that I chuckled to myself as I poured the agar onto petri dishes. I dunno what's funny but the fact that the 2 Masters students did not say anything and pretended that nothing had happened (but they just opened the door widely -- the whole lab smells of  burnt agar) made it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy.. how i love my lab work.. Makes my life more interesting.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-5042757608177970315?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5042757608177970315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=5042757608177970315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/5042757608177970315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/5042757608177970315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/lab-work-is-fun-when-i-get-to-burn-n.html' title='lab work is fun.. when i get to burn n destroy things'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-4283219069253225019</id><published>2009-07-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:47:27.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting old..</title><content type='html'>i think i am getting OLD.. I seem to have forgotten most of my passwords set for most accounts. Firstly, i forgot my Facebook password, next my Google gmail password and now.. just 5 minutes ago, i forgot what my password for Blogspot is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-4283219069253225019?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4283219069253225019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=4283219069253225019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4283219069253225019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4283219069253225019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-am-getting-old.html' title='Getting old..'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-67817499930459303</id><published>2009-06-01T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:54:24.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for the comment sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly sometimes i also dunno why i live.. the purpose of life in this world... it's very confusing isn;'t it? all of us live just to die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-67817499930459303?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/67817499930459303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=67817499930459303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/67817499930459303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/67817499930459303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-for-comment-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-4402047745864316905</id><published>2009-05-25T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:12:19.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>industrial training</title><content type='html'>All this while I've been thinking..&lt;br /&gt;Should i regret that i've rejected the National Cancer Research Institute's (cariff) offer? Thoughts have been playing and running wildly in my head.&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks doing my industrial training in Miri GH, I have finally been able to adapt myself-- well, a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miri GH has given me the opportunities to learn a lot of new things-- things i have not seen or heard before. But sometimes, it just keeps me wondering why i should learn all these things. They are just not related to the course that i am studying now. All the while in the hospital, I've been envious of the doctors working there. They are doing the job that I've always aimed for, the chance to cure people, the chance to be in the spotlight where you can be busy and running about, shouting into your caller saying that you are on your way to the OT. That kind of life is what I've always dreamt for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, after watching a doctor doing bone marrow extraction on 2 patietns i change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that i couldn't bear watching needles aand syringes. I've been into OT watching doctors performing ceasarean and brain surgery. But it's the patients' sufferings that brought a halt to my will-never-be-able-to-achieve-dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both patients are about 13 or 14 years of age. It was really depressing, though watching them having their bone marrow extracted from them. It was painful---excruciatingly painful, from their shouts of agony and pain. That was unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think how fragile we human are. And makes me realise too, how important our health is. Working in a hospital, where a kid as small as 4 suffering from major illness leaves me depressed everytime i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am thankful for not achieving that dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-4402047745864316905?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4402047745864316905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=4402047745864316905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4402047745864316905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4402047745864316905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/industrial-training.html' title='industrial training'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-15689978275369878</id><published>2009-05-02T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:17:51.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i m home.. Feels so nice to be home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;four things i m addicted to in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   music&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1Ab_Ua4BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/x6OFsQ-u3Kg/s1600-h/DSCN0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1Ab_Ua4BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/x6OFsQ-u3Kg/s320/DSCN0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331488383474262034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   English novels... my bookshelf is FULL of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   dogs.. another addition here;- Wa Wa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1BMwmDZfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/28hWQmEClRQ/s1600-h/DSCN4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1BMwmDZfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/28hWQmEClRQ/s320/DSCN4128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331489221335279090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         *Wa Wa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1CZCPtBtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Wxh_EnVbftY/s1600-h/DSCN4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1CZCPtBtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Wxh_EnVbftY/s320/DSCN4136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331490531743434450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                            *a playful puppy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1DSo98bpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/skvzFN5CYZY/s1600-h/DSCN4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1DSo98bpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/skvzFN5CYZY/s320/DSCN4135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331491521390472850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              *a puppy with no tail.. funny.. i'm still wondering what breed it is*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1EMRSaK5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LwpczLd-zEE/s1600-h/DSCN4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1EMRSaK5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LwpczLd-zEE/s320/DSCN4127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331492511466269586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      *playing hide and seek.. it walks like a panda too*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1E9dMi8hI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dALcPE7WU_U/s1600-h/DSCN4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1E9dMi8hI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dALcPE7WU_U/s320/DSCN4129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331493356476494354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   chocolates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-15689978275369878?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/15689978275369878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=15689978275369878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/15689978275369878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/15689978275369878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-i-m-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/Sf1Ab_Ua4BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/x6OFsQ-u3Kg/s72-c/DSCN0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-6481855680157717481</id><published>2009-03-27T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:31:46.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to the penangites..</title><content type='html'>Hi fellow penang friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently writing a melodramatic story place set in Penang back in the 1920s.. Dedicating this piece of story to all my penangite friends and my mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if you wanna take a glimpse of the story or if you wanna read it, just approach me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-6481855680157717481?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6481855680157717481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=6481855680157717481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6481855680157717481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6481855680157717481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-penangites.html' title='to the penangites..'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-3324745840217872419</id><published>2009-03-24T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:59:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Smile Without You..</title><content type='html'>I'm sleepy here, typing my Plant Tissue Culture assignment, listening to Can't Smile Without You by Barry Manilow in jazz version.. Suddenly, the lyrics gave me a new idea...&lt;br /&gt;This is my modified version of the lyrics:....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can laugh, and I can sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do everything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can smile without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along just like a song&lt;br /&gt;And brightened my day&lt;br /&gt;Who would have believed that you were part of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Now it all seems light years away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know I can smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can laugh and I can sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people say happiness takes so very long to find&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see I can smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can laugh and I can sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel glad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can smile without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.. Sounds better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1) Americans please, next time do not pronounce can the same way as can't.. That way your lyrics wont sound the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Rhyming songs with glad, sad is stupid and ridiculous..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-3324745840217872419?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3324745840217872419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=3324745840217872419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3324745840217872419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3324745840217872419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-smile-without-you.html' title='Can Smile Without You..'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-969407556461498024</id><published>2009-03-09T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:38:08.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays..</title><content type='html'>Man.. I hate Tuesdays.. I really do.. Classes from 8am till 5 pm.. Then more discussions and assignments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got gun anyone? Shoot me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbYKr_ZHbfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U9XJx3I61s8/s1600-h/770-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbYKr_ZHbfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U9XJx3I61s8/s320/770-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311444561397509618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-969407556461498024?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/969407556461498024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=969407556461498024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/969407556461498024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/969407556461498024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesdays.html' title='Tuesdays..'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbYKr_ZHbfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U9XJx3I61s8/s72-c/770-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-6174465216553085076</id><published>2009-03-09T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:34:17.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It’s just an illusion,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;an escape.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I don’t believe in true love,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Coz’ I know I will only end up getting hurt,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Disillusioned, again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;So, tell me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;People say fairy tales come true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;White lies, stop it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As for me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I’m fed up, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I’m scared,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Tired..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;For all I know,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The only true love that I know,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The only true love that flows&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Is the love from my parents’ hearts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;You might think I sound pathetic but I am not a great believer of true love anymore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;The true love that I can feel right now is that of God’s love. The love that He gives me every time He forgives my wrongdoings. The love that He showers me that every time I am in trouble, He will guide me safely, opening ways through my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;The true love that I feel also, the love shining from my parents’ hearts. The anxiety that they portray every time as I walk out of the arrival lounge of the airport. The look that says it all. The look that says “We miss you, my daughter and we have been waiting for you to come home” The very look that makes you want to hug them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;I have always thought I would be happy with a man in my life. That Valentine’s day won’t be Valentine’s day without flowers. But I was wrong. Everyday is a valentine’s day if you love the particular person. For me, everyday is a valentine’s day because I celebrate my love for parents every single day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;Valentine’s Day 2009 had taught me a wondrous meaning of love. While people were out, celebrating, drinking wine and dining.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;I was in my bed, high with fever for the seventh day. And on that day, I received a message, saying that my father had been bitten by a puffer fish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;I have always thought I love my mother more than my dad. But seems like I had been wrong all along.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;I put my phone down, and automatically I cried, and prayed that my father will be okay. And at that time I realized how much I love him. And that I realized, that I love him as much as I love my mum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;I have thought of the scariest question in the world: What will I do if my parents die someday?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;Honestly, I don’t know the answer. All I know is, I’d give trade in my extra years to them so that we’ll live together, and die together. And with that, death will be more peaceful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;With the remaining years in my parents’ life. I couldn’t help it but to fear. Fear that I will lose my love forever. I’m scared, lost.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;Tell me, what should I do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;Love is scary…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-6174465216553085076?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6174465216553085076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=6174465216553085076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6174465216553085076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6174465216553085076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-its-just-illusion-escape.html' title=''/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-1882340498039809820</id><published>2009-03-08T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:53:41.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>romantism</title><content type='html'>I just learnt a lot of new things about Beethoven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    He studied under Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. (Yeah~ whoot whoot!! I love Mozart!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    He had a lot of love affairs but none of them was his true love -- except Therese Malfatti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   He had a lot of health problems and Therese Malfatti was the niece of Beethoven's doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    He fell deaf at 28 and was still able to compose songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Due to his deafness he was short-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    When he asked Therese Malfatti for marriage, Therese's parents objected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Beethoven was heart broken and composed "Fur Elise" and that song was said to be the most romantic song ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   No one knows exactly who Elise is but some people say that Elise is the name that Beethoven gave to his only true love, Therese Malfatti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQGB0g1xjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Imr4agA8J4A/s1600-h/beethoven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQGB0g1xjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Imr4agA8J4A/s320/beethoven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876488922678834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-1882340498039809820?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1882340498039809820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=1882340498039809820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/1882340498039809820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/1882340498039809820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/romantism.html' title='romantism'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQGB0g1xjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Imr4agA8J4A/s72-c/beethoven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-6268423129303533378</id><published>2009-03-08T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:40:08.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Words?</title><content type='html'>People usually say that actions speak louder than words. Well, I beg to disagree to some extent. Words, being as it is, is sometimes as strong and as powerful as actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Now I understand why Chen Sing Yi from the drama "Ming Zong Zhu Ding Wo Ai Ni" felt encouraged everytime after Ji Chuen Si told her two powerful words. (No- it's not I love you; I love you has three words) The two words are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jia Yu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Everytime Chuen Si said those words to Sing Yi, she would feel more confident. At first, I thought it was ridiculous. How could, by saying only those two words a person will become more confident? Alas, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Thanks to a friend who wished me "Jia Yu" so that we would both achieve Dean's List and have our pictures taken together during the ceremony, that particular friend had actually encouraged me to work harder for this semester. So everytime I feel like giving up or that I feel lazy to study, I would think of my dear friend's "Jia Yu" and work hard. Thanks to you, my friend, my mid term results is better this time. I owe it to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Another example of how powerful words are is when I met with an unfateful incident this week. It was actually one friend (well, another friend) that gave me an advice and his powerful words are "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Be happy. Everything is going to be fine&lt;/span&gt;". Those words keep me strong and they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Words... If you say it at the wrong place at the wrong time, it might be&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DETRIMENTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For example, if you secretly admire a person (and that person doesn't have any feelings towards you) and you accidentally blurted it out to him or her you might be doomed. Or you might get the girl or guy.. Well, it depends. But you're definitely doomed if you don't like a particular lecturer and had accidentally blurted out that you want to throw your shoe at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQBwe4mnbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JnpwjsTbtIw/s1600-h/datingcartoon96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQBwe4mnbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JnpwjsTbtIw/s320/datingcartoon96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310871793012481458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  And yet, sometimes a simple word like "so?", "dunno", "no!" is strong enough to annoy oneself and a simple word such as "sorry" is powerful enough to solve almost everything. (well, almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  And again, words are ones who can save a girl, a girl who is typing so early in the morning to pour her hearts out. I am very bad at managing my emotions this semester. So, I guess you will be seeing me a lot starting from this sem.. Tata..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-6268423129303533378?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6268423129303533378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=6268423129303533378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6268423129303533378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6268423129303533378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-than-words.html' title='More Than Words?'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQBwe4mnbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JnpwjsTbtIw/s72-c/datingcartoon96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-8829208647329116834</id><published>2008-09-09T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:44:42.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>biotech dinner</title><content type='html'>Whoa.. Finally.. another post after a month...&lt;br /&gt;Things have been crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaya, Shalini and I had been going up and down the uni and Kuching town just to get things done for the dinner that we organised. I hardly had time to rest, or even to have time to have a drink. Everything seems to be impossible to achieve, and at last, on Sept 7th, the day arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was in Harbour View Hotel. It was most definitely a night to be remembered. I would never forget that particular night which I had spent nights planning it. Everyone had lots of fun and the dinner was quite a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures but I'm not gonna upload them now. Gotta go study for another paper in midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will get back soon and tell you giys more about the dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-8829208647329116834?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8829208647329116834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=8829208647329116834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/8829208647329116834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/8829208647329116834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/biotech-dinner.html' title='biotech dinner'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-8694843266507173531</id><published>2008-07-01T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:45:28.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I love you...</title><content type='html'>I still can't sleep whenever i think about the accident happened two days ago.. It was really not a friendly sight. My mum even lost her appetite for lunch... Well,.. since i cant manage to sleep yet i'll entertain you guys with another post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; found it!!!! I finally saw the DVD that i've been looking for a few months. It's P.S. I love you.. The movie is based on the novel by Cecelia Ahern.. I had the novel already. It's actually a bestseller. So far, i can say that it's one of the best novels that i've ever had and read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218111449362664114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SGp0t2mpCrI/AAAAAAAAADU/XEAHsYd_O7A/s320/love.bmp" border="0" /&gt; the DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about a pair of happy couple, Molly and Gerry. One day, Gerry discovered that he had brain tumour and might die soon. As Gerry died a few months later, Holly seemed to have lost aim and all the hope in life...until she found a stack of letters before her birthday, all written by Gerry before he passed away. Each of the letter were only to be opened on the day the dates written. In those letters, Gerry had given her instructions, like asking her to go out and celebrate and have a stash for her b'day, or asking her to dress smartly for her appoinment for that day, or simply just asking her to stay happy and smile even when he's gone... Each letter was signed, &lt;strong&gt;P.S. I Love You. &lt;/strong&gt;And through these letters, Holly had discovered her way to life, until one day, the letters were all read...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, Gerry is a man that every single woman would've dreamt of.. Loving, caring.. (He even remembered every single detail of Holly's life, like when her next appointment was, with who,... *sigh*) A perfect man, i should say.. Well, perfect men can only be found in story books and movies (in my opinion).. Thousands of years women have been looking for one but so far none existed. Hmmm.. (sorry for being stereotyping but i guess most of the time, it's the truth. but i never doubt the existence of a perfect man... takes time *maybe years* to find one. Therefore, for me, a nearly perfect man would be enough.. Haha!!) Talking about perfect men, there's a joke about perfect men i once read....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, a perfect man and a perfect woman were on a road. They were on their way back to their home. It was getting dark and it was snowing.. Suddenly, they heard a loud crash. They had accidently knocked Santa and one of them died. Two questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One.. Who died?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two.. Who was the one driving?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers.. The perfect man died as there is no such thing as a perfect man. The woman was driving as you know how bad a woman's driving skills can be!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, pleasing girls and women are easy.. As long as you make them happy, they'll feel contend. A perfect man wouldn't need money to please his partner. For me, a perfect man is someone who cares enough, doing things that the heart and thought count. Things that people always take for granted. Things like what Gerry did. Caring for her, understands her, listening (i mean, really listening) to her when she talks, remembering details and dates, buying her vitamins when she's suffering from continuous flu, being there and lending your ears when she needs you, sharing all her joys and sorrows, sacrificing football for her, kissing her goodnight, telling her how much she means to him,.. things like that. Overall, Gerry gets the award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With so few perfect men, i wonder whether it's the reason for women to turn to lesbians or spinsters. Maybe i'll try turn into either one.. (Haha.. juz kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, those who love funny, romantic novels and come across the book or the DVD,they are both worth the money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218116452534798178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SGp5RE31R2I/AAAAAAAAADc/kwKHmWEsdZA/s320/book.bmp" border="0" /&gt; the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218116733741741682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SGp5hccytnI/AAAAAAAAADk/wgHYN_4-nfY/s320/psiloveu.bmp" border="0" /&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/519332899606386178-8694843266507173531?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8694843266507173531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=8694843266507173531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/8694843266507173531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/8694843266507173531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I love you...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SGp0t2mpCrI/AAAAAAAAADU/XEAHsYd_O7A/s72-c/love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-3966313091981192608</id><published>2008-07-01T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:58:59.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biotechnology?? What is it? ---Ups n Downs of a Biotech student</title><content type='html'>It's really hard to believe that in a few hours' time i'll be in the plane, flying on my way to KL. And, in a few days' time i'll be in Kuching.. Honestly, i dont want to go back to uni yet.. Have been enjoying myself a lot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened during the holidays. Mostly they had taught me lessons on life. But hey, ironically, i still think that life is pointless and meaningless. The gruesome accident that i witnessed a few days ago did change that thought for a moment but after a while, i still stick to my stance---life is meaningless.. (still cant get that accident out of my mind, ewww...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i dread about my holiday is attending social parties. Some of you might think that i'm crazy to have dreaded parties...but..if you are in my shoes....THINK again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i go to social parties, meeting up with friends, realtives, acquaintance.. The popular question seems to pop out of everyone's mind---&lt;strong&gt;Where are you studying now&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For medical, engineering, accounting, IT, dentistry, business etc students, they wont have hard time telling to people what courses they are taking. Whereas for biotechnology students in Malaysia, whenever i answer "Biotech", people go like, "Huh? What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the answers that i've got so far.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Biotech? Ha mik lai eh? Ka chek eh si oh&lt;/em&gt;?" (Biotech? What's that? Become a teacher next time one ha?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bio WHAT,!! Bio WHAT?? Repeat!! Repeat?!?" (from a graduate student--OMG!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biotech.. Oh... That one.. Do fertiliser one ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biotech ah? Never heard wor.. Cham woh.. Next time jobless la you..." (!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the ah mus and the ah peks (old aunties and uncles)... But for university graduates and politicians or educated citizens to not know current issues is really a shame.. Almost daily there are breakthroughs of biotechnology industries. Newspapers being publised talking about BioValley in Malaysia. Biofuel, gene therapy, stem cell, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst still, once during a dinner, when i talked about biotech a politician sitting at the same table looked blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218102709817613874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SGpsxJQunjI/AAAAAAAAADE/rcixgz7LGn4/s320/confused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everytime i have to go through the suffering of explaining from A to Z what biotech really is.. From its existence few hundred years back, from wine making to stem cell, gene therapy, insulin production, recombinant DNA, transgenic organisms, cloning, genetic engineering.. And everytime after i've explained, i see peoples' eyes popping out from their sockets, as if i've just told them that i've discovered a new planet or i've discovered that humans have at least 3 genitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i vacuumed the floor that day, ive thought of a better way to explain what biotech is next time. No need for longer elaboration, no more eye-popping experiences. I'll just tell them &lt;strong&gt;2 simple words&lt;/strong&gt; that biotech is actually &lt;strong&gt;medical engineering &lt;/strong&gt;as organisms are engineered and modified for the benefits of human beings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218105199300877586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SGpvCDTynRI/AAAAAAAAADM/fOux-37KPMU/s320/biotech.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can be involved in many sectors, either medical, agricultural, industrial, research, food production, etc... As for me, my plan is to be in the medical sector, either as medical researcher or maybe genetic engineer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-3966313091981192608?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3966313091981192608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=3966313091981192608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3966313091981192608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3966313091981192608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/biotechnology-what-is-it-ups-n-downs-of.html' title='Biotechnology?? What is it? ---Ups n Downs of a Biotech student'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SGpsxJQunjI/AAAAAAAAADE/rcixgz7LGn4/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-7080401185974731812</id><published>2008-06-01T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:46:11.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally!! another post.. After 2 weeks in West Malaysia  for an international debate competition (AUDC - Asian Universities Debating Championship) i finally get to settle down at home.. (well, not really settled yet as i arrive home to my horror as there are lots and lots of my own personal problems to solve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a person who believes in horoscopes but whatever it is i guess my horoscope for the month of May is disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have not been flying in my direction i guess.. As i struggle to solve all these problems, sickness comes as if i've been infected by a deadly virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to complain here, but for the first time in my life, i've never felt so tired in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-7080401185974731812?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7080401185974731812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=7080401185974731812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/7080401185974731812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/7080401185974731812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-6524874815035551762</id><published>2008-03-31T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:59:30.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My world...</title><content type='html'>Sitting here, in the faculty computer lab.... The computer lab ambiance is dominated by low-key lighting . . . and deep shadows, creating feelings of disorientation, loneliness and entrapment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, microbiology result is to be released today. However, as i stride along all the 4 walls of my faculty, noting one notice board to another, to my dismay the results are not out yet. This further creates the sense of nervousness, adding to the mixture of feelings of discomfort, fatique, worrisome and anxiety that i've had since the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the result won't be another piece of bad news. Hopefully that it will turn out to be a celebration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've survived my another night without sleep again. It wasn't so bad this time. I was accompanied by a friend this time, both of us struggling to finish up TMX project. The word TMX now sends shivers down my spine. It's scary.... That word alone causes sleepless nights and unending sufferings, torments and tortures... TMX is indeed monstreous. It also creates many new species of pandas in the Faculty of Science and Technology. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Now to another topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being a chocoholic, i found out that i'm not only an addict to chocolates alone. If there's any penalty or chastisement of being addicted to worldly things, then i'm guilty of this crime. I found out that i'm addicted to chocolates, novels, good english movies, good dramas and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when i say the word addicted, i don't mean by just loving to do something. What i mean by addicted is "FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS, CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE or CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT". Yeah. That's what i mean by addicted, that sort of addict. Or, could be more of an obsession... I don't think i could survive a day without chocolates, my novels or my favourite drama (Huang Jinyi) and, i couldn't even breathe properly if i don't have music around me. It's this sort of addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is great. For me, it's the best thing in the world. It's even greater than magic. When you're happy, it makes you happier. When you're sad or depressed, it either comforts you or makes you depressed more than ever. When i fell sick twice that day, music had relieved my fever and made me feel more comfortable. When you are lonely, it acts as a friend or a lover that stays by your side. It's like a trophy, encouraging one to achieve success. It also carries messages around. One does not even have to speak, just by music alone one can converse. Feelings are expressed. So tell me, what else is more magical than music alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personally, i think that one can never be a human without music. People since the last century communicate through music, whether to please a king, to praise and worship, to converse, to win achievements, and to convey and express one's feelings (be it sadness, euphoria, love....). Princes and princesses in fairy tales are undoubtly famous in expressing their love through music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about fairy tales i personally do not believe in fairy tales. People tell me life is wonderful, life is a fairy tale. Probably theirs is. But mine is more of a life full of it's own ups and downs, although lately i feel more of its downs and ups. But, if you were to tell me if &lt;strong&gt;fairy tale&lt;/strong&gt; exists, i wouldn't believe in that. However, if there's such thing as a &lt;strong&gt;fairy tale life&lt;/strong&gt;, hopefully it would be mine one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-6524874815035551762?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6524874815035551762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=6524874815035551762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6524874815035551762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6524874815035551762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-world.html' title='My world...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-3041095030248721781</id><published>2008-03-28T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:32:26.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>I've certainly taken a long hiatus from blogging...&lt;br /&gt;And... Finally, i'm back..&lt;br /&gt;These few days have certainly turned out to be hellish days for me.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, bad news and more bad news....&lt;br /&gt;It all started like, uhm... 2 weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;Assignments just come and go.. It's like they never end. After you've completed one, there are 5 more waiting for you..&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you should have taken a look at my room.. I'm so disorganised...&lt;br /&gt;But i've certainly survived 40 hours without sleep (not even a minute!!) (and i'm proud of it) Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Next, yesterday i received a piece of news that i'm going to be sued... And results don't turn out to be good as i expected.. And to my horror, more bad news..&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-3041095030248721781?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3041095030248721781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=3041095030248721781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3041095030248721781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/3041095030248721781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-1068132303068699281</id><published>2008-03-13T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:04:05.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be the next</title><content type='html'>First, dengue.. Next comes HFM ( Hand, Food and Mouth) disease. What am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about something what is currently going on in UNIMAS. Yes, u heard me right. UNIMAS. Up to date, there has been 10 cases of HFM in UNIMAS (that's what i heard). 3 of my coursemates have been infected and certified by the doctor that it is HFM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys... Please, please don't be the next victim.&lt;br /&gt;1.   Wash your hands before you eat. This is important!&lt;br /&gt;2.   Wash your hands after you've been in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;3.   Cover your nose and mouth when u sneeze or cough.&lt;br /&gt;4.   Don't try to be helpful ( Get away from your infected friends; don't try to help them - u can be the next one who spreads the disease)&lt;br /&gt;5.   Be selfish. (if u are infected, dont be generous by giving the disease to your beloved friends. Listen to the doctor~just stay isolated in your own room)&lt;br /&gt;6.   Look after your hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. (I sound like a doctor or a medical officer).. But these are simple steps that u can help to prevent yourselves from getting infected or prevent the disease from spreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have wondered why universities students are also infected by this disease. Isn't it only applicable to kids below 12 years of age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i know, yes, HFM is known only to infect children. I was surprised to learn that university students this year are also infected. However, there's no death cases reported like those of children. Only high fever for 3 to 4 days and rashes on hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years, cases of HFM have been increasing. The worst case would be the one in 1997. Schools were closed down and public parks were left deserted. There had been no known or only a mild few cases of adults infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, throughout the years, the virus must have become 'stronger' and infects adults too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in the future (my own hypothesis only) the virus might undergo mutation and even adults might die too. (All virus will undergo certain stages of mutation~depending on how serious the virus mutates) Hence, there has been frequent movies on outbreak and scary, uncontrollable disease caused by virus (28 weaks later, I Am Legend, etc..). Even scientists predict that the HIV virus will undergo mutation and get airborne in the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they've predicted instead of our planet being destroyed by Planet Nibula in 2012, the human population will be wiped out by contagious diseases. (as we can see the increasing number of contagious disease~SARS, Mad Cow Disease, Ebola, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross my fingers and hopefully all this won't happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-1068132303068699281?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1068132303068699281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=1068132303068699281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/1068132303068699281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/1068132303068699281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-be-next.html' title='Don&apos;t be the next'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-7494445625016550562</id><published>2008-03-07T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:41:49.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to reality..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really hard to believe that time flies fast when you are having fun and it crawls &lt;em&gt;slowly &lt;/em&gt;when you're not.. It has almost been a week that i'm back in Kuching.. Seriously, reality sucks, man... Back in Kuching, you've non-stop assignments, tutorials, reports and projects. Whereas life in KK is wonderful.. No worries (except worrying abt your debate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously learned a lot while i was in KK..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first day (27/12)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at around 4 something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st thing that I've learnt -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KK airport is smaller than Kuching's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd thing that I've learnt -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KK isn't as big as i thought.. Bah, so much to be called a big city..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd thing that I've learnt - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no such thing as &lt;em&gt;roti cheese&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;roti susu&lt;/em&gt; in KK. The waiter looked blur when i ordered those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th thing that I've learnt -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Citizens of KK have never seen a Chinese with a group of Indians eating together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We checked into a lodge which was quite good (2 person sharingone room, king sized bed, with air cond, hot shower, wireless internet connection, lobby with TV/astro, novels, pantry with tea and coffee and clean toilets)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See.... That's why life sucks when you return to unimas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the 2nd day (28/2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Briefing on techniques and the art of debating. Kinda dozed off halfway through the briefing.. Then.. came the 1st round.. UNIMAS 2 debated against UMS 2 (and won) UNIMAS 1 won too.. HURRAY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that I've learnt on that day-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. KK is just beside the beach (beautiful!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. UMS doesn't turn out to be as beautiful as i thought it would be ~ just blocks of high school buildings ~ some people said it's the most beautiful uni in South East Asia.. Can't agree with that... UNIMAS is prettier, i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174942053789139874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R9EWYUFVA6I/AAAAAAAAACk/HA9haLFhncY/s320/DSCN2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. We went to the Likas market after the competition for dinner. Tried the ABC there. Weird. They have macaroni in it!! And they smoke everything.. Smoked fish, smoked crab, smoked sotong, smoked prawn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174942637904692146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R9EW6UFVA7I/AAAAAAAAACs/VuPZ8UJdReE/s320/DSCN2516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;can u spot the macaroni?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food in KK is seriously different from here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. There are really LOTS of filipinoes here... And they look scary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 3rd day (29/2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Competed in another 3 rounds ~ it was tiring.. We were treated to a Grand Dinner which the results of which uni got into the quarter finals were announced.. And once again.. UNIMAS 1 ad UNIMAS 2 made it!! Whoot whoot!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things that I've learnt on that day-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. UMS chancellor hall is pretty!! It's like a 5 star hotel ballroom!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174943389523968962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R9EXmEFVA8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mv6mkZioY6M/s320/DSCN2575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;saw Xin ying too.. Was surprised.. Never thought that could meet someone that u know in such a big uni..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 4th day (1/3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quarter finals, semi finals and finals all today... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quarter finals UNIMAS 2 went against Sinaran and UNIMAS 1 went against UITM sabah 1. Both got through quarter finals and went into semi finals!! YAHOO!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, in semi finals, UNIMAS 2 went against Swineburne 2 - lost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;UNIMAS 1 went against UITM sarawak 1 - lost (sob sob)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But was happy and proud to have made that far (not bad for a first time debater ~ haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to the market again after that. Tried coto makassar (Sabah food) ~ a bit like tauhu chap with beef intestine, liver instead. Don't like the taste, though..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that I've learnt on that day -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Coto makassar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Chicken rice or generally food in KK costs a lot!! 1 plate of chicken rice - RM 7.90, plain rice only - RM 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. UNIMAS debate members know not only how to debate, but also how to have fun!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174947723145970642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R9EbiUFVA9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/3SVTTRGMNJo/s320/DSCN2605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-7494445625016550562?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7494445625016550562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=7494445625016550562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/7494445625016550562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/7494445625016550562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-reality.html' title='back to reality..'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R9EWYUFVA6I/AAAAAAAAACk/HA9haLFhncY/s72-c/DSCN2496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-85323752936502683</id><published>2008-02-29T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:31:30.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey guys.. Guess where i am.. I can actually access to the internet via wireless connection at the lodge where i'm currently staying during the debate competition (Borneo Cup).. Cool, rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really give u guys on how it was going now coz the competition is still on-going.. I'm going to post the pictures only after i have the total recap of the competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today (in fact tonight) was just when the names of the teams who made it into the quarter finals were announced during the grand dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of our teams made it into the quarter finals..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was happy though.. kinda stressful too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172439924491469970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R8gytOFcxJI/AAAAAAAAACc/T1NLSn-N8lk/s320/DSCN2573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;one of the pics taken during grand dinner..&lt;br /&gt;everyone looking very grand n well polished.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-85323752936502683?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/85323752936502683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=85323752936502683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/85323752936502683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/85323752936502683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R8gytOFcxJI/AAAAAAAAACc/T1NLSn-N8lk/s72-c/DSCN2573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-7410617180621856366</id><published>2008-02-18T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T04:35:35.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fate of Bananas</title><content type='html'>I don't mind if one calls me a banana* once in a while. However, if someone calls you a banana daily and you get laughed because of your poor chinese, you'll get pissed off sooner or later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I AM SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF NOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days i keep on getting non-stop cruel comments about my poor chinese. I mean, it's not my fault if my chinese is poor, i was sent to a bahasa medium school where most of us spoke English. And it's also not my parents' fault.... And i'm grateful that they did not send me to a Chinese school instead. Never underestimate the importance of English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often get teased whenver i say or pronounce something wrong in Chinese. Once in a while, it's ok.. However, if you are being teased often, your self esteem hurts. I know my chinese sucks, but, the correct way for a friend to improve is by correcting her and teaching her the right word(s) instead of laughing at her cruelly and asking others not to tell her the right word or keeping her 'blur blur'. It isn't just fair and justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of another senario. Do i laugh at those whose English is bad? (well, once in a while anyway. But at least i made effort in correcting them) I never try to redicule them anyway. So, think of it guys! Think of my feelings! How would you feel if you were in my own place? How would you feel if i laugh at you like you guys did to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it justified if we can just help each other out? You help me with my chinese and i help you with your English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think before you say anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the other bananas out there, you're not alone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*banana - A Chinese who doen't really know how to write or converse in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many thanks to some of my fellow friends who have all this while helped and coached me with chinese language..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-7410617180621856366?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7410617180621856366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=7410617180621856366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/7410617180621856366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/7410617180621856366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/fate-of-bananas.html' title='The Fate of Bananas'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-6149959430677983954</id><published>2008-02-11T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:44:12.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in love...</title><content type='html'>Ever since the day i fell sick, there's one gentleman that has never left by bedside before.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's sweet, charming... And most importantly, he makes sure that i sleep soundly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has grown more in love with me and i, of course have fallen DEEPLY in love with him.. Sigh,...i'm in love.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And recently, i've realised that he's spending most of his time with me than with someone else.. People are already studying for their mid term while he's always faithfully spending time with me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU, Mr Sandman.. Sigh... Sprinkle more of your dust and make me sleep.... Zzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165933396625600530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R7EVDc8yMBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/558PCVFegIQ/s320/dcr0372l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165933783172657186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R7EVZ88yMCI/AAAAAAAAACE/502cPrFUgJc/s320/B1276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165934204079452210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R7EVyc8yMDI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q7XHJvIkgNo/s320/1998-09-25.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-6149959430677983954?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6149959430677983954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=6149959430677983954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6149959430677983954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/6149959430677983954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-love.html' title='in love...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R7EVDc8yMBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/558PCVFegIQ/s72-c/dcr0372l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-5739591049059804008</id><published>2008-02-07T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:38:33.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Wow.. The 1st day of CNY usually flies faster than any other days.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was what happened when i wasn't blogging these few days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the CNY eve, when i was decorating the house, the lights when off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(there was a few minutes of &lt;em&gt;electricity-less&lt;/em&gt; : no electiricity) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily it was only for 20 minutes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164268783959728562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R6srGPiO4bI/AAAAAAAAABU/Sio9WxfkbQU/s320/DSCN2405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken during &lt;em&gt;electricity-less&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a few minutes before te clock striked 12, i fell sick, with heavy flu and sore throat. And on the 1st day of CNY i developed mild fever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.. count my blessings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened on 1st day of CNY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a breakfast of &lt;em&gt;mee-sua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164271107537035714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R6stNfiO4cI/AAAAAAAAABc/Puh0t1sHomA/s320/DSCN2427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum played TV games (coz too bored-you can't sweep the floor or clean up the house anyway... And there's nothing else to clean up too...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164273078927024594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R6svAPiO4dI/AAAAAAAAABk/LtqVbMFY6qE/s320/DSCN2430.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then, the button came off the remote control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164275518468448738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R6sxOPiO4eI/AAAAAAAAABs/jhxWv8nbrdY/s320/DSCN2431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she struggled to fix it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I --- despite being sick, still be able to smile at the cam in my new year dress... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164278073973989874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R6szi_iO4fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LQT9NhLWz6g/s320/DSCN2437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cheers people.. Happy CNY 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-5739591049059804008?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5739591049059804008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=5739591049059804008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/5739591049059804008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/5739591049059804008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R6srGPiO4bI/AAAAAAAAABU/Sio9WxfkbQU/s72-c/DSCN2405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-4848875955315871160</id><published>2008-01-23T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:59:43.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy la...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sem is a totally busy sem for me... Things that i have taken up this sem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 22 credit hours..... (Mad and crazy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Violin class... (Cool!!!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158930474618249586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R5gz7viO4XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/73JbU-h0iEQ/s320/DSCN2357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Debating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Doing crazy stuff.... Like.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158930998604259714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R5g0aPiO4YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3kr5ZOeJozk/s320/DSCN2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;fooling around in class....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui Lin : Yo!! Biotech Boleh!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Smile at the camera!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158933463915487634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R5g2pviO4ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/0qVvXA-efuM/s320/DSCN2345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wand Suan : *Yawn yawn* I wanna sleep le... Anything to eat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-4848875955315871160?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4848875955315871160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=4848875955315871160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4848875955315871160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/4848875955315871160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-la.html' title='busy la...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R5gz7viO4XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/73JbU-h0iEQ/s72-c/DSCN2357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-1455626074459801480</id><published>2008-01-06T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:10:34.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the airplane that day, i was really reminiscing about last year......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was really a year for me to grow up..... ( A year full of learning how to make hard decisions ) and also a year when i grew older by a year... Suddenly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air hostess : Excuse me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;madam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Can you please put your laptop in the compartment above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, MADAM?!!!?! Did i grow THAT old? OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid air hostess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have not put her contact lenses on yet..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wherever i go, people think that i'm still in my teens (blush, blush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scenario 1: &lt;/em&gt;That day accompanying my sis to a edu roadshow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consultant: Xiao jie, you just finished Form 5??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blush* Me? No, no... I'm in UNIMAS now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scenario 2: &lt;/em&gt;At the hair saloon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saloonist: You are now in what form ah? Form 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm.. I'm now in uni liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saloonist: Hah? Really ah? You don't look like you're in uni now boh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i say... stupid air hostess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-1455626074459801480?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1455626074459801480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=1455626074459801480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/1455626074459801480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/1455626074459801480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-5570850489045710712</id><published>2007-12-14T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:30:42.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on education!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schools are supposed to educate, right? But, are you REALLY sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you say yes, THINK again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at these pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143873085067241650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R2K1UUUgKLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W3Fb6Fu2_u4/s320/DSCN2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture is found in a primary school..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids can't get a pass for their spelling tests? Now u know why....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, if schools are to teach, all teachers and staff are supposed to be very particular about all the door signs....etc.. MAKE SURE THAT THE SPELLING IS CORRECT!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine this scenario.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher : Aiyo.. How come you only got 40% for your BM spelling test How do you spell store in BM ah? It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stor&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;setor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alat tulis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, NOT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alatulis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy : But... But..... But..... The door sign says &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;setor alatulis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher : *gasps* Errr.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What would you do if you were the teacher?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now how about these pictures? These are found in a university (!!!!!) in one of the biggest cities in our country... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143881060821510370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R2K8kkUgKOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0FWTuo89qDg/s320/DSCN2258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What they are trying to mean is... alternative lifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143881052231575762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R2K8kEUgKNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V9WSSVrf024/s320/DSCN2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Injap pancur kering...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the worst of all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143881047936608450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R2K8j0UgKMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vBzt61QBhvI/s320/DSCN2252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tsk... Tsk... Can't even spell beverage correctly..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk about tertiary education...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-5570850489045710712?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5570850489045710712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=5570850489045710712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/5570850489045710712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/5570850489045710712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/blame-it-on-education.html' title='Blame it on education!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/R2K1UUUgKLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W3Fb6Fu2_u4/s72-c/DSCN2188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-5108583596467626177</id><published>2007-11-20T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:12:25.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL, here i come!!</title><content type='html'>Things had finally fallen into place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unimas HEP called me yesterday.. They say my flight to KL for the debate competition is finally confirmed!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo excited now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition is The Royals.. A very grand competition.. And i heard that the YDP Agung is going to be there too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.     Taman Tunku Public Library sucks ( a lot ) I just came out of the&lt;br /&gt;             library and now i'm blogging in my car. They say i must not bring&lt;br /&gt;             my laptop in.. What the heck?? I mean, it's a LIBRARY... Why&lt;br /&gt;             can't we bring our laptops INTO the LIBRARY? See, told ya it&lt;br /&gt;             sucks.. I'm gonna complain this to MCC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-5108583596467626177?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5108583596467626177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=5108583596467626177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/5108583596467626177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/5108583596467626177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/kl-here-i-come.html' title='KL, here i come!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519332899606386178.post-9026893552733179857</id><published>2007-11-16T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T04:43:27.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holiday? are u sure......?</title><content type='html'>This is the 3rd day i am home.. I feel like it has been the 3rd month. Hey,.. don't give me that look. I really love my home.. But i am BORED to death here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily timetable ever since i am home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up ( around 9.30 am or 10... or sometimes 8 or 7.30 am)&lt;br /&gt;walk around the house&lt;br /&gt;help with some light household chores (like watering the plants?)&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, sleep again.. sometimes till 5 pm... (gosh.. 3 hours of afternoon nap?)&lt;br /&gt;wake up, eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;then watch tv..&lt;br /&gt;exactly 12am... watch DVD.. till 2am&lt;br /&gt;sleep at 2am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i came back here i discovered something... I sleep a lot..&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that the name 'sui ju' (sleeping pig) suits me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i won't become a 'fei ju' (fat pig) one day.. If i do.. i'll still be the 'ke ai ju' (cute pig)..... Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519332899606386178-9026893552733179857?l=audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9026893552733179857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519332899606386178&amp;postID=9026893552733179857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/9026893552733179857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519332899606386178/posts/default/9026893552733179857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audrey-myownworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-holiday-are-u-sure.html' title='happy holiday? are u sure......?'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935258178342908347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t62zy3dHdNA/SbQTgGGtddI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mIMVnrfYwus/S220/img064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
