tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50871373452687271322024-03-13T20:27:58.891+08:00eMpTy scrapbookMThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-49705229885511444032010-02-28T17:08:00.003+08:002010-02-28T17:25:50.040+08:00NOTICE: Change URLHello people.<br />I am changing my blog URL.<br />The new URL: www.rightbackwhatiswrong.blogspot.com<br /><br />haha...yes...u just have to change 2 words. (rite --> right ; wat -->what)<br />actually the reason is very simple.<br />I used my hotmail to sign up when i opened this blog.<br />Now I want to change it to my gmail account.<br />Very 'ma fan' loh... everytime i sign in gmail my blog will automatically sign out one...<br />It's ok if u don c the connection... hahaha...<br /><br />So, please remember to change the URL if u have linked me in ur website. =DMThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-77029963317576778572010-02-03T21:02:00.004+08:002010-02-03T21:36:11.549+08:00100 days countdownWhee~~ We got the GIANT Super Show 2 poster!<br />Thanks to my sis' friend who also helped with buying the tickets.<br />I think it's as big as our Linkin Park poster...maybe bigger.<br /><br />Yee Theng said there's 100 days left to our exams.<br />Translated: OH NO...I'M DEAD.<br />That is...if I don't do something about my studies. =.=<br />Ok. It's do or die.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-10072181047787494222010-01-26T23:27:00.006+08:002010-01-27T00:36:43.621+08:00Always keep the faithToday is JaeJoong's birthday.<br /><br />Hahahahah...that was random.<br />Yup, I know the birthdates of every single member of TVXQ and SuJu. XD<br />In case you don't know who he is, he's Hero from TVXQ, always in the middle.<br /><br />There have been rumours of disbandment (TVXQ) , and I'm not sure what to believe.<br />But I do believe, that deep down, they are together as one.<br />I feel it from their singing.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_cJA7GOki-o&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_cJA7GOki-o&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br />Haha...it's fine if you don't get it. Many don't.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Always keep the faith</span>"<br />Micky and Jaejoong had these words tattooed on their chests.<br />Was it a promise between them?<br />Or a silent plea to fans to believe in them?<br />Who knows... But fans like to think so.<br /><br />In any case, they are the ones having the hardest time.<br />I hope they really keep faith in themselves, and in each other.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-38255646231619059772010-01-19T15:11:00.005+08:002010-01-19T19:12:26.848+08:00I'm so excited. HAHAI never knew that I could be like this.<br />Xuan told me this a couple of years ago too; I laughed at the time.<br />Now, I'm saying this to myself.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I never knew you could be so crazy over idol singers!</span><br /><br />At the time, she was talking about Dong Bang Shin Ki.<br />Today, I'm talking about Super Junior!!!<br /><br />To people who don't know it yet:<br />Yes! SUPER JUNIOR is coming to MALAYSIA!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/S1VrIC5eOYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I98HWAV1abk/s1600-h/Super+Show+2+poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/S1VrIC5eOYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I98HWAV1abk/s400/Super+Show+2+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428362711826053506" border="0" /></a>Super Show 2<br /> 20th March 2010<br />Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil.<br /></div><br />Woohoo, we got the tickets!<br /><br />Coming back to my statement, why did I suddenly have such a thought?<br />During break in Econs class today, my friends asked me about the seating plan of the concert, and we started talking about it.<br />I got so excited I couldn't even concentrate later in class.<br />To the point where my hands were shaking and my heart was beating faster than usual.<br /><br />I mean...<br />Man, I got so worked up I couldn't believe it myself.<br /><br />I wonder how I'd behave if it was Dong Bang Shin Ki instead.<br />They did come 2 years ago; but I had SPM and it was impossible for me to go.<br />It is regrettable, not being able to hear them sing live, but I think I traded that with an A1 in Bio.<br />HAHA. It's all about opportunity cost, isn't it?<br />Not too long ago, I learned that Kher Ye got free tickets to that concert and went with her mother. Plus, she got good seats. T.T<br />The only thing I can say is, <span style="font-style: italic;">Kher Ye, why didn't I know you at that time?!</span><br /><br />I didn't think that SUPER JUNIOR would have their concert in Malaysia.<br />I hope it's super successful so they would come again in the future.<br />Well, so far, it's been optimistic. Hundreds of fans turned up yesterday to buy tickets, so I'm guessing they're selling like hot cakes.<br />My sis told me about the concert on Saturday, saw an article on the newspaper.<br />I read the papers on Sunday, and I told her, I want that giant poster!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It's said the organizers are giving 500 free giant posters for every purchase of 2 tickets.</span><br />Pre-sale started yesterday, only available at Sungai Wang.<br />So my sis went there around noon and MAN, SUPER SUPER LONG QUEUE!<br />I was having socio lecture, but at the same time worried about my ticket. We were buying numbered seats so it was crucial we get our desired spot.<br />So I kept texting her to get real time updates, haha. <span style="font-style: italic;">Sorry Dr Chin ><</span><br /><br />I heard it was chaotic out there. There was only one counter.<br />They didn't even set up lines for queuing.<br />The number of staffs, credit card machines and computers were just too few.<br />And, you have to fill up a form before you buy the tickets.<br />So it was very damn slow. In the end it took my sis more than 4 hours to finally get the tickets.<br />Blame it on terrible management and horrible customer service!<br />Or shall I say, underestimating the popularity of SJ and the power of ELFs???<br />On top of that, you have to queue again on the 31st to get the poster. LIARS.<br /><br />Well whatever, most important thing is I'M GOING. Haha.<br />Some people might be puzzled, how I can spend RM458 on a single concert without even thinking about it.<br />I think, that watching thousands or millions of videos of them on Youtube, doesn't add up to an experience of seeing them perform live.<br />Sadly, this time, not everyone is coming. I don't get to see all 13 members.<br />Kibum doesn't participate in Super Show 2; Kangin has been 'frozen'; Hangeng has contract issues. And some say Heechul might not come.<br />Damn, I really want to see 韩庚. He is one person I really admire.<br /><br />Here's a side story before I end this post.<br />Yesterday, I was talking about the concert with my friends, during break too. Haha.<br />Dr Chin was writing notes on the board, and he turned around to ask us, 'Are you talking about a show?'<br />I said, 'Concert.'<br />'Whose concert?' he asked.<br />'Korean boy band', I answered.<br />He said, 'You are his (maybe he thought it's one singer) fan? Well, that's interesting.'<br /><br />Mind you, we were having a class on cultural globalization.<br />It <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> interesting. If it weren't for technological globalization, I wouldn't be able to become a Kpop fan. And so Korean culture is influencing me; I'm contributing to cultural globalization. o.0<br />We are at the mercy of globalization.<br />Can it be stopped? I don't think so.<br />The more important question is, how do we deal with it?<br />As Dr Chin pointed out yesterday, globalization comes with a price, the question is whether we are able to pay it.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-11677751585018129542010-01-01T23:59:00.003+08:002010-01-03T18:34:11.483+08:00My New Year ResolutionWhen you think of new year, you think of new year resolution.<br />Well, maybe not. Haha.<br />But this brings back memories.<br />William (my former english tutor) used to tell us to write our new year's resolution (essay), every year without fail.<br />I only did it once, in Form One. And that wasn't even an essay, just 10 separate sentences.<br />After that, I didn't complete any essays.<br /><br />It was all meaningless to me.<br />Or perhaps I was just afraid that I'd get disappointed at the end of the year, when I failed to fulfill my goals.<br /><br />So, what's different this year?<br /><br />Before that, let me tell you something.<br />My regular sleeping hours are 4am - 1pm (whenever I don't have class).<br /><br />So, this morning around 9 something, I was in my brother's room playing his NDS.<br />My dad came in, and said to my bro, "New year, new beginning."<br />And the kid asked, "What does that mean?"<br />Dad: "Like your sister here, new year wake up early. So it's a new beginning."<br /><br />The truth of the matter is, if you see me up and about by 9 o'clock in the morning, there are only 2 possible reasons:<br />One, I'm either going to class or I'm going out.<br />Two, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I didn't sleep</span>.<br /><br />So, Dad inspired this.<br />My new year's resolution:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Adjust my sleeping hours<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span>ps: Happy New Year!</span><span> =P</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span>MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-37762244856099635312009-12-26T01:03:00.007+08:002009-12-26T04:30:49.682+08:00My full time jobMy full time job, you would guess that it's STUDENT.<div>And it should be so.</div><div>But sadly, it is not.</div><div><br /></div><div>The correct answer is...</div>二家姐<div><br /></div><div>Job description:</div><div>To put up with my brother, a pain in the ass.</div><div><br /></div><div>Job requirement:</div><div>Patience + Humour</div><div><br /></div><div>Benefit:</div><div>Amusement</div><div><br /></div><div>Disadvantage:</div><div>Irritation</div><div><br /></div><div>Income:</div><div>None Whatsoever</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'm good at my job, because nobody else understands him the way I do.</div><div>However, it gets tiring.</div><div>If somebody calls you "<span class="Apple-style-span">二家姐!!!"</span> every other minute, and <i>demands</i> something from you, you'll know exactly how I feel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Plus, he's LOUD.</div><div>If his favourite word is "<span class="Apple-style-span">二家姐</span>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">,</span> then mine should be "BISING".</div><div><br /></div><div>On top of that, he has an impossible personality.</div><div>My full time job is <span class="Apple-style-span">二家姐</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">hi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">s full time job is </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span>管家仔</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></div><div>Everything concerns him.</div><div>Example, if you eat out, he asks about your meal the minute you get home.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the most annoying thing he does, is saying "做咩" about a hundred times each day.</div><div>If you ask him something, he answers with <span class="Apple-style-span">做咩</span><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div>If you tell him to do something, he asks you <span class="Apple-style-span">做咩</span><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div>If you tell him something, he also asks you <span class="Apple-style-span">做咩.</span></div><div>Even when you're saying nonsense, he says 做咩.<b><br /><br /></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span>Despite all that, I still love my brother (my boss), </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">管家Kin</span>.</span></span></span><b> </b>=P<b><br /></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SzUfFErBDHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4puV6zrBCwU/s1600-h/kin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SzUfFErBDHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4puV6zrBCwU/s400/kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419271898624232562" border="0" /></a>MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-11289528355900957382009-12-15T23:27:00.002+08:002009-12-16T01:06:05.367+08:00Standstill<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">That first step you take is the longest stride</span><br /><br />But my problem is, I don't take the next step.<br /><br /><br />I've seen people hurting by thinking too much.<br />I hurt myself by doing nothing.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-61777419663636681692009-12-13T21:43:00.002+08:002009-12-13T21:51:03.919+08:00Different sides of meFamily = People who see the bad/worse side of me<br /><br />Friends = People who see the better side of me<br /><br />Others = People who see whatever they want to see in meMThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-48502576413088556962009-12-13T21:34:00.002+08:002009-12-13T21:42:52.998+08:0019 going on 20<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I was struck by a sudden realization, while rereading the Twilight saga, that my time as a teenager is coming to an end.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Bella wanted to be frozen in her teens, before she turned 20, because Edward is forever 17. Haha.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Friends! We are turning into our 20s!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">How about that, huh?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Haha. It actually doesn't bother me much.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Rather, it gives me one less reason to remain a kid.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Okay, maybe </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >that</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> does bother me a little. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >o.0</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I was wondering about what is left of my days as a teen, when I backtracked and relived the year.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">It sure was eventful, but lonely as well.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Foundation to Degree.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Psychology to Economics.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Local to Abroad.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I don't like change. Especially transformations that were not initiated by me.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">It really is a blessing and a curse, to have an </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >elder</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> in the family who would stir up my life, in the name of fatherly love.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Manipulative, that's the word. And it irritates the hell out of me.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Still, a blessing and a curse.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">On another note, I realized that the world was getting lonelier.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">My parents don't see past my obvious flaws.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">My friends are growing distant physically and intellectually. Sunway, Singapore, UK; Arts, Science, Social Science.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">My relationship with sister was regressing towards </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >roommates</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, as we were submerged in our own personal problems, and rarely shared them. [Note the past tense]<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And my broken mirror nicked me time and time again with his self-centredness and lack of faith, reminding me of his pain, hoping I could fix him up.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">In any case, nobody felt the need to share their inner thoughts with me, so I felt the same.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Not even bothering to BLOG about anything at all. It was lonely. =.=</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">One other thing that I would regret is I idled away a lot of my time. A LOT.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'm ashamed to talk about how I wasted my time, so let's just leave it at that.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Urgh...my guilt is eating me up.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Regardless, I still learnt. Stumbling all the way towards adulthood.</span></p><span style="font-size:100%;">Pray for a better me.</span>MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-12993967931746663522009-12-04T23:48:00.002+08:002009-12-05T02:12:50.273+08:00IronyI know of a person, who very much wants to study in UK.<br />But, her parents are against the idea. They cannot support her financially.<br />Besides, she has 3 younger siblings who are still in school.<br />Regardless, she still wants to go.<br /><br />I find it ironic, because I was the complete opposite.<br />My family were the ones who told me to go ahead; while I was the one worried about spending their money.<br />And I struggled for so long, to find the right reasons for me to <span style="font-style: italic;">want</span> to go.<br /><br />If I were her, I wouldn't even think about it.<br />That's why it's so ironic.<br />But I am in no position to discourage her.<br /><br />This is one of those times when I should be grateful of what I have.<br />And it reminds me of a phrase my former lecturer once said, "Thank God life is not fair".MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-11226983797958963672009-11-23T02:04:00.021+08:002009-11-23T21:37:59.116+08:00UOL Annual DinnerLast Friday, the UOL department had our very first annual dinner at Hilton KL, all thanks to Dr Chin and the students in charge.<br />It was fun, I had a great time with my friends.<br /><br />That was the introduction.<br />Actually Cousin Grace was bugging me to share photos on Facebook.<br />I didn't know I have to create an album to post photos there. =.=<br />Besides, if I post them on Facebook, almost everyone will see them.<br />I prefer more privacy than that.<br />So here, photos taken on my phone.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My first attempt at putting on make up on my own. Not bad gua...haha...actually cannot see the make up right?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/Swl_lzyFlAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/umXBSzrQ6vA/s1600/DSC00293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/Swl_lzyFlAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/umXBSzrQ6vA/s400/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406993115167167490" border="0" /></a><br />Food was not bad. Desserts were better, and there were lots of them.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmAAYf6MWI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZESU9E_yHug/s1600/DSC00267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmAAYf6MWI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZESU9E_yHug/s400/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406993571699634530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmATXiiHzI/AAAAAAAAATM/s23H8zjvID8/s1600/DSC00268.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmATXiiHzI/AAAAAAAAATM/s23H8zjvID8/s400/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406993897859718962" border="0" /></a><br />My friend Kher Ye, who always sits beside me in class.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmBLsNxl_I/AAAAAAAAATk/fcyRoT69dA0/s1600/DSC00274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmBLsNxl_I/AAAAAAAAATk/fcyRoT69dA0/s400/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406994865482471410" border="0" /></a><br />And a cute Kher Ye in the toilet. haha<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmArJRUywI/AAAAAAAAATU/2F-XdypU504/s1600/DSC00260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmArJRUywI/AAAAAAAAATU/2F-XdypU504/s400/DSC00260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406994306346306306" border="0" /></a><br />Keng Fai and Kher Ye.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmCxRfVq4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Zdowu_s5TuU/s1600/DSC00300.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmCxRfVq4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Zdowu_s5TuU/s400/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406996610655038338" border="0" /></a><br />Keng Fai and me. Unfortunately, I only took photo with one guy. haha<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmCkk4B2vI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H_0UNgJsMx4/s1600/DSC00299.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmCkk4B2vI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H_0UNgJsMx4/s400/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406996392520571634" border="0" /></a><br />Shangari, the only Indian girl in our class.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmCUJjdxBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2X3PYNZLdIg/s1600/DSC00298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmCUJjdxBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2X3PYNZLdIg/s400/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406996110308656146" border="0" /></a><br />Pamela and me. The only 2 girls in our Sociology class, may intake.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmCCtHOPDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fQ68D339uVE/s1600/DSC00296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmCCtHOPDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fQ68D339uVE/s400/DSC00296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406995810616228914" border="0" /></a><br />Serene. Looks very pretty holding the rose.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmB5TqN84I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0mU8lT-G9oM/s1600/DSC00294.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmB5TqN84I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0mU8lT-G9oM/s400/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406995649164866434" border="0" /></a><br />Min Ee, me, Weng Yan, Li Foong. Socio freaks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmF7FV9bzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aurFe4rJ6sI/s1600/DSC00279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmF7FV9bzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aurFe4rJ6sI/s400/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407000077728050994" border="0" /></a><br />This is blurry, but I like it. I think Weng Yan squeezed in a moment too late. haha<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmBjnfwdYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TTca0-ZBwA8/s1600/DSC00280.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmBjnfwdYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TTca0-ZBwA8/s400/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406995276532577666" border="0" /></a><br />"2pm!!!" Min Ee, a.k.a. Mrs Nichkhun. Also loves Super Junior, FT Island, SHINee, etc etc... [but only certain members =.=]... A Kpop fan, and I can speak Korean with her! haha<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmBtQ0mSHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2CXfiO6FJ-E/s1600/DSC00283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmBtQ0mSHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2CXfiO6FJ-E/s400/DSC00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406995442244667506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And last but not least, my Ah Sou, Yee Theng. Pretty, isn't she?<br />Bro, I like her. =P<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmA61TBLkI/AAAAAAAAATc/0yK8m682AMc/s1600/DSC00265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/SwmA61TBLkI/AAAAAAAAATc/0yK8m682AMc/s400/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406994575862607426" border="0" /></a></div>MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-29617509046336794592009-11-17T19:48:00.002+08:002009-11-17T20:31:58.202+08:00My parents - Masters at finding my faultsMT: Mi...don't call me at 12 sth...I was having class.<br /><br />Mom: I forgot what time you finish class...sms so frustrating...so I gave up and called...<br /><br />Dad: Next time, write your timetable on the board. You know ur mom, always forget.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[and on and on......]</span><br /><br />MT: *speechless*<br /><br /><br />and please... do not imagine the conversation in a nice nice tone. I assure you it was much more annoying than that.<br /><br />It is amazing. They twist something fairly irrelevant to pick my faults.<br />Arguing makes it worse. What a defensive family.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-26531983843229210392009-11-12T10:27:00.002+08:002009-11-12T11:46:00.990+08:00Are you nuts?I saw these words in Bread Story yesterday, and I immediately thought of someone.<br />"Are you nuts" is actually the name of a bread, by the way.<br />It's filled and coated with peanut butter.<br />So, back to my story.<br />I thought I should buy this bread for Mr Raj, indirectly asking him "Are you nuts?"<br />HAHA<br /><br />Well, I'm sure he'd say YES.<br />He sometimes says this in class, "You all must be thinking I'm a crazy nut."<br />And during those times I would mentally nod my head.<br /><br />So, who is he, you might ask.<br />He is my Sociology tutor.<br />And he constantly amazes me.<br />So don't get me wrong, I'm not calling him nuts for negative reasons.<br />I actually like him a lot.<br /><br />And you would have no idea how crazy he is unless you've experienced it yourself.<br />But here's a good story he told this morning, and I think it shows how unique he is.<br /><br />So yesterday, Mr Raj was in the lift. There was this student beside him who was talking too loudly. Mr Raj was very annoyed. He wanted to tell this student, "I don't want to hear about your life, keep it to yourself." Or something similar to that. But of course, that wasn't a good idea. He didn't even want to talk to this person. So all he did was, he looked at the student, and then he looked at his own fingers, then he walked out. Just then he heard some students laughing behind him, so he turned around and said something, then walked away leaving the students stunned.<br /><br />He said, "HUMAN EXISTENCE IS AN ERROR."MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-62282185288032152872009-10-20T22:59:00.008+08:002009-10-21T00:49:47.489+08:0019th BirthdaySo it was my birthday...<br />and I had so many people wishing me on facebook...<br />Thank you, each and everyone of you.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >though I cannot tell if you really meant it...</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" ><br />so I'm sarcastic...shoot me</span><br /><br />And everyone who wished me through text messages, thank you.<br />Thank you for remembering my birthday ^^<br /><br />And thank you Grace and Lai Thin, for celebrating with me.<br />I'm sure you are still full.....wahahaha<br />By the way, I think my stomach expanded 0.o<br />Hahahahah<br /><br />And thank you Kher Ye and Phoebe, who treated me to steamboat yesterday.<br />Kind of like an early celebration. =P<br /><br />And the best of all...thank you Xiao Sian and Wei Han...<br />It's great to see you guys battle it out to be the 1st to wish me on my birthday.<br />Your rivalry amuses me like nothing else...hahahahahah<br />And I will hold you to your promises!!! XP<br /><br />So here's a photo of me today, making a silly pose.<br />Actually copied someone...haha<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/St3pWiOYQSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ou6Bof1fQWQ/s1600-h/PA200174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/St3pWiOYQSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ou6Bof1fQWQ/s320/PA200174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394724502013231394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__L8uXcxu_9E/St3gNk2vkVI/AAAAAAAAASs/r6z6YPBJ068/s1600-h/PA200174.JPG"><br /></a>MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-85100337845664411252009-10-14T23:44:00.002+08:002009-10-15T01:03:11.234+08:002 weeks holiday...not long...but not short eitherIt's holiday.<br />I'm wasting my time reading romance novels again, though I have some stuff I should do.<br />In fact, I should really get started, and get it over with. Otherwise, there'll be hell to pay.<br />Well, I'll get around to it. No worries.<br /><br />So, it's holiday.<br />Bro was asking me whether I had plans.<br />Told me to get on a trip, be adventurous.<br />Then I told him I'm the stay-at-home type.<br />And then he changed the topic and asked me whether I joined any clubs.<br />I answered, "Since when did u start caring about my social life?"<br />Haha...that put him off.<br /><br />Ok, I'll tell you the truth.<br />The answer is no.<br />But I didn't want to kena 'ngam'.<br />I knew you'd turn into the typical big brother and start lecturing me again.<br />So there was nothing secretive lah....haiyo....<br />Don't be so suspicious.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-24148972472457690062009-10-13T01:46:00.002+08:002009-10-14T00:26:48.498+08:00To my selfish friend,Friendships are not supposed to be like this.<br /><br />You burdened him with your selfishness, that was your mistake.<br />He gave up on you, that was his mistake.<br /><br />I understand his actions, and I wouldn't blame him either.<br />But I will say this once.<br />If he gave up on you that easily, he doesn't deserve you.<br /><br />Quit wondering if things will ever go back to how it was.<br />It will never be the same again.<br />Even if you rebuilt the friendship, the scars would still be there.<br /><br />So let go. Just let go.<br /><br /><br />I know, that he is more important than the rest of us.<br />But think, how I feel, everytime you come to me troubled.<br />Don't take us for granted, the friends who care about you.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-55833269560567790982009-09-28T17:07:00.000+08:002009-09-28T17:08:40.847+08:00DoneI'm done.<br />Done being a failure.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-1814087323029076952009-09-13T17:30:00.001+08:002009-09-13T17:32:37.838+08:00What's worth the price is always worth the fightWhat is the price?<br />And what am I fighting for?MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-48791230306350508332009-09-05T01:03:00.002+08:002009-09-05T01:30:43.990+08:00My English is BADWell, really?<br /><br />I'll admit.<br />I am weak at vocabulary.<br />I am not good at expressing myself.<br />I have bad social skills.<br /><br />But my English is grammatically correct.<br />My academic results in English has always been good.<br />A1 in GCE 'O' / 1119<br />I don't think that is VERY BAD.<br /><br />I am an ignorant kid.<br />You can treat me as such, make fun of me.<br />But don't look down on me.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nickelback - Savin' Me<br />'Teach me wrong from right, and I'll show you what I can be'<br /></span>MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-66518255973920278562009-09-05T00:57:00.002+08:002009-09-05T01:02:19.670+08:00IntelligenceIt has always been a constant in my life.<br />It has taken me places.<br />But how much further can it take me?<br />I feel, I am reaching my limits.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-68740100568416362172009-08-31T20:55:00.002+08:002009-08-31T21:17:10.664+08:00然后怎样我终于, 突破了自己.<br />果然, 不经一事, 不长一智.<br />发觉, 相信自己, 才是最重要的.<br /><br />昨天的心情, 一言难尽.<br />只能用一首歌来形容.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM2z3CXYbfU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM2z3CXYbfU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-25905629493627347212009-08-23T19:23:00.003+08:002009-08-24T00:09:33.678+08:00MissionAll of a sudden<br />Studying abroad seems to be the most important thing<br />Struck us like a thunderstorm, leaving a chaotic mess.<br />Everything is full of uncertainties.<br />Plans are being made; lives will change.<br /><br />It all started when 'the centre of our universe' came over and set the ball rolling.<br />I wanted to curse him, but I will thank him.<br /><br />And so, I'm on a mission.MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-36682469325272119922009-07-27T15:53:00.004+08:002009-07-27T16:07:16.399+08:00Half TruthsMy dearest friend,<br />You have been telling me half truths and white lies.<br />But I believed you.<br />A part of me understands, if you will not tell me everything; but another part of me is puzzled, why wouldn't you tell your best friend about your true condition?<br />I heard that your friends are all worried about you.<br />I instantly got worried.<br />Just how serious is it? Should I be worried?<br />I fear you might have told me half truths again.<br />But you said you are fine.<br />And I believe you.<br />You told me not to worry, and I really didn't worry.<br />I have that much faith in you.<br />I hope, however, that you will not take advantage of our distance.<br />Will you tell me the whole truth?MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-29926129556367500072009-07-22T13:36:00.003+08:002009-07-22T13:48:58.755+08:00no internetFor some reason I don't care to explain, I currently have no Internet connection at home.<br />So, I'm just using the computer lab at HELP.<br />They don't let us watch videos here though.<br />But fortunately, can download songs. =P<br /><br />So, I guess I won't blog much during this one month.<br /><br />I actually wanted to blog about something a few days earlier.<br />But now I just want to say this...<br />How could someone push all my wrong buttons in just a few hours of conversation?<br /><br />Anyway, I'm feeling the pressure of doing a UOL course.<br />><MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087137345268727132.post-69057683439844557312009-06-26T22:58:00.003+08:002009-06-27T00:43:58.085+08:00Suck it up!Imagine you were me:<br />Having class, paying attention, eager to learn, not wanting to miss even a word the lecturer says, wishing you could digest/absorb everything the lecturer is teaching you.<br /><br />Then, you hear this...<br /><br />"Sir! Let's call it a day."<br />"Sir! That's all for today."<br />"Sir! Raining oh..."<br />"Sir! Tired lah sir..."<br /><br />and other petty excuses people use so that the lecturer would let the class off early.<br /><br />So, imagine you were me.<br />You would be PISSED OFF.<br /><br />That is not all.<br />Imagine you are talking. Then, somebody cut you short, and asks you something insignificant.<br />Worse still, that somebody drops some silly remark---which, I suppose, is meant to be funny.<br />That is what happens to my lecturers.<br /><br />I don't know what my lecturers think.<br />But that is so damn RUDE.<br /><br />So, imagine you were me.<br />What would you do?<br />Keep quiet? or speak up?<br /><br />Bear in mind that many others share your opinion too.<br />Unfortunately, nobody chooses to speak up.<br /><br />So, my dear friends, if you know me well, you would know what I did.<br />I took the first step, however small it was.<br />[Yes, unfortunately, it had to be me.]<br /><br />The lecturer was letting us off. He was, thank goodness, finished with his lectures.<br />"So, your homework is..."<br />"Sir! Don't want lah!"<br /><br />That did it. I said, "Shut up!"<br /><br />Frankly, I do not know if the particular person heard me.<br />But people behind me told me I said it rather loudly.<br />I suspect my lecturer heard me, though. After all, I sit in the 1st row.<br /><br />So there. I spoke up.<br />But, I should have said this instead:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">You signed up for this. Suck it up!</span></span>MThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07853149445733789006noreply@blogger.com1