<?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-13942411</id><updated>2011-09-29T22:33:11.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Pearls and Hornbills</title><subtitle type='html'>The window to a glimpse of my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-531286963858413358</id><published>2007-04-25T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:31:17.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios!</title><content type='html'>I have started a new blog site on multiply thanks to my cell group members. So this is the end of one chapter of my life...On to another. If u still surf my site (which i think not) Head on to suyinchee.multiply.com for more updates on my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-531286963858413358?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/531286963858413358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=531286963858413358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/531286963858413358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/531286963858413358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2007/04/adios.html' title='Adios!'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-116355711348371454</id><published>2006-11-15T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:18:33.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of project and the headaches that come along with it</title><content type='html'>Oh well.. as if it hasn't happened before. It happened when i was doing my final degree project and it just happened again for my masters degree project. I have changed from molecular taxonomy of the Decapterus fish to doing microsatellites for blood cockles. Yup....WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT? Satellites? IN COCKLES. hehe i swallowed satellites during those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lok lok&lt;/span&gt; trips. It's one of my favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lok &lt;/span&gt;by the way. Anyways, i did a whole lot of reading again and i sort of have an idea of microsatellites are all about and what it has to do with characterizing and identifying cockles. But the problem is, i hardly know how to do it. It's totally new to me. I didn't even study it for my degree but i'm taking up the challenge. My friends and fiance are totally supportive of me thank God and i have someone who's doing the same project as me just that hers is on ants. She's definitely more capable than me and the good thing is she's helpful...well, we help each other la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm wishing i have my own lab. Cause i'm working on my blog now because the machines which i do my experiments on are being hogged by juniors. They have to finish their project real fast cause the sem'a coming to an end and they have to hand in their projects. So we have to graciously allow them to do what they have to do first lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's all to this. I think i'll pay a visit to the toilet... and then to Chern's lab...while waiting....WAITING....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-116355711348371454?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/116355711348371454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=116355711348371454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/116355711348371454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/116355711348371454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/11/change-of-project-and-headaches-that.html' title='Change of project and the headaches that come along with it'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-116288540278694732</id><published>2006-11-07T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:43:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masters in USM?</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought i would end up here? i mean it was in one of my wildest dreams but huh? I mean seriously where would i head off to after this? Any idea? I dun have one...Just going where the road bring me and hope i find something by the end of everything. til then i would presumably be bz applying for scholarships and stuff. In the midst of it i hope i find things that are beautiful and that are not. And hopefully, just hopefully, find myself and learn something valuable along the way. God, please continue showing me the WAY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-116288540278694732?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/116288540278694732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=116288540278694732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/116288540278694732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/116288540278694732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/11/masters-in-usm.html' title='Masters in USM?'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115979242235363452</id><published>2006-10-02T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:33:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our monthly food escapades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/brasil_02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/brasil_02.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny and I have decided to spend a little more on our food on one weekend a month... this time we went to Brasil 68. Man was the food excellent and not only that the service was very good. The waiters or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passador&lt;/span&gt;s were all friendly and that made dining there pleasant. The music was great and with Brazilian Samba playing in the background while you are eating, one can't help but shake the head to the beat.... What's more, while we were there, the owner's wife and his cute little baby boy (he looks so much like his Brazilian father) were also there and therefore, we were treated to a a couple of minutes of the owner thumping on one of the drum-looking things to the Samba beat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is nicely decorated with sheer curtains making it romantic for couples and qutie enough for friendly meals and family gatherings... You don't have to pace how fast you eat cause they do it for you. Reminds of the meal i had in Carvery, Kuching. Same concept. Partial buffet - you get your own appetizers (the soup was superb!) and when you're ready there is a piece of laminated card you could turn over to let them know you want the meat served... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sim, por favor &lt;/span&gt;(meaning yes, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/b12s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/b12s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had for kinds of meat and one grilled pineapple. The pineapple was actually grilled with cinnamon on top and i must say the meat (beef, chicken, lamb, fish) were all exquisitely marinated in a typical brazilian way...i have never tasted anything like it! Imagine juices of the meat flowing while you bite into it...Tender and moist with flavour to die for. And the dessert... i love the strawberry and chocolate mousse...divine!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/b2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/b2s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boy was the meal good! I would definitely go back there and recommend ppl  there too. The price is really reasonable for the service, food, atmosphere and samba music!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115979242235363452?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115979242235363452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115979242235363452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115979242235363452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115979242235363452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-monthly-food-escapades.html' title='Our monthly food escapades...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115880012321814618</id><published>2006-09-21T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T08:55:23.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student's stare</title><content type='html'>currently there's this student beside looking at my blog...she's fascinated and wants to know how to start one... so i'm just showing her hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115880012321814618?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115880012321814618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115880012321814618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115880012321814618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115880012321814618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/09/students-stare.html' title='Student&apos;s stare'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115762650207705220</id><published>2006-09-07T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:55:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling's birthday</title><content type='html'>6.9.06 - My Darling's Burp-day hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to surprise him at his office with a birthday cake...on the top was a really huge logo of Manchester United his favourite team of players. He was quite shocked and was lost for words. like he related he cut the cake and enjoyed it with his colleagues. They left the logo untouched saving it for him hehe. The cake was great. He managed to save some for me so i tried it.&lt;br /&gt;That happened during lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Dan%27s%20bday%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Dan%27s%20bday%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dinner we went to Restoran Korea hehe. This place is owned by a church member whose son is very good friends with Danny. According to Danny they used to play together...They are 14 years apart! And according to Joo Hyun, Danny was the only guy in church who treated him nicely. He was ususally bullied because he was a foreigner and was not used to the traditions here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Dan%27s%20bday%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Dan%27s%20bday%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food was really fantastic. I tasted quite a few new stuff there. The Korean tea tasted like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tang kua&lt;/span&gt; sticks boiled in water. Sweet with a hint of tea and rice flavour. New to my taste buds. Found out from Joo Hyun who was so nice to accompany us throughout dinner that there are more than 1 kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimchi&lt;/span&gt;. It can be mixed with other vege to make other kinds of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimchi&lt;/span&gt;. As you can see in the picture most of the appetizers are hot, hot, hot. Not good for a person who has cough. I coughed all through the meal but was determined to taste eveything. It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Dan%27s%20bday%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Dan%27s%20bday%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also ordered bbq and bulgogi. The bbq was the drier version of Bulgogi but i prefer the latter. Danny likes the barbie so we ordered both hehe. I simply adore bulgogi. Tasted it in Seoul Garden before and the taste has stuck with me til now. Everytime i think Korean food i think Bulgogi hehe. Bulgogi is beef served with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tang hoon&lt;/span&gt;, vegetables and some sauce which has a kind of pleasant salty taste. Excellent really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Dan%27s%20bday%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Dan%27s%20bday%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had the pancake which is really egg and stuff inside...prawns, squids, vegetables and chilli!!! My goodness...I didn't notice there was chilli in there. I was enjoying my conversation with the guys that i had conveniently put it into my mouth hehe&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Dan%27s%20bday%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Dan%27s%20bday%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was around this time that Joo Hyun realized it was Danny's birthday hehe. Joke's on him. So he served us with some Korean "cap apek" wine to celebrate hehe. So nice of him. We had a bottle and by the 4th cup Danny was already read. hehe. He doesn't have a knack for these things which is good actually hehe. The tasted like beer a bit but it was definitely smoother than it. Has a bit of a sweet taste so it was pleasant to drink while having beef. Went great together :-*). According to Joo Hyun, you can't serve Korean wine to yourself because it's a sign of loneliness. Those having the meal with you have to do it for you...with both hands. And you have to receive it...with both hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking summore about our plans to go to Korea with Joo Hyun we drunk up and went to Gurney to walk some of the food off. I enjoyed myself with him and i hope we can share many more birthdays together. Happy birthday baby!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Dan%27s%20bday%20013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Dan%27s%20bday%20013.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's the SUPERman???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115762650207705220?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115762650207705220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115762650207705220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115762650207705220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115762650207705220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/09/darlings-birthday.html' title='Darling&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115702452277264228</id><published>2006-08-31T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:44:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Malaysian_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Malaysian_flag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Independence Day. There are lots of ppl on the road and in shopping malls making the most out of their one day holiday. Other than that nothing much is actually happening. Nevertheless, I would like to wish every Malaysian a happy Merdeka Day!~ And I... I have to try and be thankful for what I have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115702452277264228?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115702452277264228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115702452277264228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115702452277264228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115702452277264228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/08/merdeka-merdeka-merdeka.html' title='MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA!'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115694230476460217</id><published>2006-08-30T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:52:40.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to write...abt everything</title><content type='html'>So i went to school today and day before yesterday as well just to fill up my time. I wouldn't have anything else to do at home anyway. Besides i miss my student a lot having not seen them for a whole week. Weird. When i'm with them i wished they would just disappear. My thrid contract actually starts on the 1st of September. The government was too stingy to pay me three extra days. But doesn't matter...whatever la. At least i didn't miss the chance of getting a free medical checkup today hehe. Found out i was low blood pressure, my blood was acidic and i had too much protein in my body. There goes...a MORE healthy diet from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went for my interview with JPA for posts that i applied for with my STPM results. What the heck la...my coursemate was applying with her Diploma results bah so i also la. Fancy them calling moi for an interview HALF A YEAR after i applied. It was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. I thought they had forgotten all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my beau and i reached there at abt 7.45 and i went in after he said that i could...again what would i do without him (it's cases like these that i realize in spite of all the bad i chose to concentrate on he still has some good). I got myself registered with a nice Chinese man named Mr. Toh (ya, what was a Chinese guy doing at the front desk...i wondered).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that i was overqualified. I didn't care. I came for this interview because i didn't want these ppl to blacklist me because they called me for it and i didn't show up. Ya....so i was number 11 on the interviewee's list so i sat down and chatted with the others there. It seems for some it was their 6th shot at it. I was quite surprised. I was the only chinese and there was this other Indian guy (he was the only guy there). He was really nervous (number 10 so he sat right beside me). I managed to talk to him and got him to calm down. Seems he's been jobless for a while and i started to hope that he got the job. I sat from 8.00 til 10.45 when it got to my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in and flashed a BIG smile. There was this malay lady and a malay man. Only 2 of them. So the ususla questions got out. "Tell us abt yourself". When i mentioned i had a degree they were like "Whoah". Then they continued in BM "Did u come knowing that this was for SPM grads?" i said yes. "and yet u chose to come for it? for experience i suppose?" i said yes again (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and for not getting blacklisted). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they continued in BM..."Ok...let me explain this to u..U are a degree holder....with a 3 pointer...a 3.53 pointer...and a 3 time Dean's List holder...These results are "too excellent". U are overqualified for this job &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ya i know)&lt;/span&gt;. Now here's the deal. Either we end this interview right now or we can give you the job and you would be blacklisted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;u reject it (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this lady was reading my mind&lt;/span&gt;). So do you want to continue or not. I pretended to give it some thought and then i said no. She continued "Ya la...bagus Su Yin fikir macam tu. Kalau bagi saya pun saya fikir rugilah" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yay!~ can i go now?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called Danny and he came to pick me up from KOMTAR at around 11 and i was home half an hour after that. They were nice ppl the interviewers. Told me which posts were suitable for me and encouraged me to apply for them and so i did. Besides that, Mr. Toh told me to ask my Chinese friends to apply for gov posts. He said it was wrong to think that these posts were only meant for the bumis. If Chinese dun apply then how do they call us for interviews? He has a point. He said it would be bad for the country too as it would come across that the country was run by Bumis only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya i hope my other application comes through...Need to get a permanent job, that's what i need :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115694230476460217?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115694230476460217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115694230476460217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115694230476460217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115694230476460217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-want-to-writeabt-everything.html' title='I just want to write...abt everything'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115677015218257361</id><published>2006-08-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:02:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!</title><content type='html'>I found this on Kenny Sia's site.I got curious so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations Michelle, you are 73% not Malaysian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That means you're as Malaysian as...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060824-2.jpg" width="279" height="300" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guy Sebastian !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php"&gt;How Un-Malaysian Are You? &lt;/a&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/13942411-115677015218257361?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115677015218257361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115677015218257361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115677015218257361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115677015218257361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg.html' title='OMG!!!'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115647662100275397</id><published>2006-08-25T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:30:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And, again another...</title><content type='html'>Sien left for UK yesterday evening to continue her studies so that's another friend "lost". Parting was never easy for me no matter who it is. A group of us were at the airport yesterday so it wasn't so bad. Chern, Su Yee, and a couple of other ppl were there. Sien's parents were there too. So we took the necessary pictures although i know it would never be enough to replace a person but at least it will be something we could hold on to until she comes back again. Will miss her so much. No worries Sien. Look on the bright side, you will be finishing soon. You got ur bf there oh....better than me. Enjoy yourself and all the best in your studies! ~Muaks~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115647662100275397?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115647662100275397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115647662100275397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115647662100275397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115647662100275397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-again-another.html' title='And, again another...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115630973969300137</id><published>2006-08-23T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T13:08:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ODB online</title><content type='html'>Am listening now to this radio clip of marriage on the ODB website. Wow it really taught me some things even though i am not married yet. Very educational. Lately, i haven't been too close to God i admit so i went online to look for something to read and technology being technology you can now listen to the devotionals. I have always learned better through listening so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya...Clint and Penny's story and experiences  taught me to be aware of a few things before i got married. Marriage can eat someone up even  if you really love each other so much. There are some thing that we hide from each other as a couple and that sometimes causes a beautiful reltionship to stumble. So commuication is essential in relationships. I realize it is so important to have church friends and connections; ppl we can talk to when things go wrong. And it is also important to deal with things as soon as they happen. This couple waited 11 years to settle their problem. They divorced and got married again after 11 years. Couples don't have to stay away from each other to settle things on their own but learn to settle things together. And how praying together to God to know if things are according to His will is so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think that i have all things figured out just like Clint did but it's  all a lie. I need God before, i need God now and I need God for the future. I need God's mercy and grace more than ever. He wants to be part of my life and i...i have been taking many shortcuts in my relationship with Him. But i know now that I have to go all the way coz He went all the way to the cross for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry God. Forgive me. Wrap me in you arms... I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/radio_and_tv/words_to_live_by/49145.aspx"&gt;Listen to Clint and Penny's story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115630973969300137?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115630973969300137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115630973969300137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115630973969300137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115630973969300137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/08/odb-online.html' title='ODB online'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115608447449359192</id><published>2006-08-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:34:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics Mike took for us...</title><content type='html'>Here's the continuation of the graduation pics... these were taken in Sarah's house by Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/DSC_7279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/DSC_7279.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "joker" and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/DSC_7227.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/DSC_7227.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/DSC_7271.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/DSC_7271.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; With the hero (a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uncle daddy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/DSC_7225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/DSC_7225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is priceless... I'm so glad it was taken. We are most of the time like this. I miss you gals so much already :~( This is how i would want to remember you guys until we meet again... As for now and forever this picture will be immortalized in my heart and in my blog :-) And Sarah these are for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/DSC_7273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/DSC_7273.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/DSC_7275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/DSC_7275.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115608447449359192?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115608447449359192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115608447449359192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115608447449359192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115608447449359192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/08/pics-mike-took-for-us.html' title='Pics Mike took for us...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115544517548526360</id><published>2006-08-13T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:59:35.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it?</title><content type='html'>How is it that it is so hard for people to lose weight when it is so easy for them to gain it? It boggles my mind. i put on 7 kgs since i left Sixth Form and i dun think it's a good thing so i want to lose weight now. At least i'm trying. I cut down as much food as i can and try not to eat supper. But it is particularly difficult when you other half's life revolves around food. Everytime u ask him to cut down he would say things like "i can't, i nearly fainted the other time i tried" or "a bit of it won't hurt" (Familiar? that's what smokers and people who take drugs say the first time they took a whif). What's worst he even tries to control what u eat. He wants you to eat your the way he lies to eat it. So what? U would turn out like him la rite or not? This is sometimes just so frustrating especially when he laughs and makes a joke out of you sincere begging. Or worse still he ignores you while you speak and continue eating! Here u are trying to help him lose weight and there he is trying hard not to. Sometimes he even eats more to rebel against u when you nag at him. Well maybe that's the way MOST guys are wired but  sometimes u just decide that ok, if he wants it that way let him have it. Whether he lives or dies has got nothing to do with me. It's not your life that he's wasting right? You can only do so much to help him. If he doesn't listen to you then why stay together? Couples stay together to help each other to change for the better. Not all things can be changed but you can always try to change those things that can. Even if nothing happens you know you have tried right? If things don't work out then there's always calling it quits for the relationship. No point staying together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... for me, I've come to learn that FIRST IMPRESSIONS = LIES. your boyfriend comes and picks you up on your first date with a fancy car and flowers and drives so careful because he says he wants you to be safe. And you think he's rich and romantic. 3 years later, you'd be glad if he gives you grass on a dinner date (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if he still takes you on one&lt;/span&gt;), he is no longer romantic (maybe he has never been; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was all in your head&lt;/span&gt;) and he drives you around with a an old car that shivers when it stops at a traffic light and at the sign of green speeds like a mad person! It's just a scenario to illustrate what i mean. Same goes when you go for an interview. You tell the interviewer oh you're a cheerful person with good communication skills...how many times do you see a deskfront operator smile at u when you trade with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't always the way it seems. I find the saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"never judge a book by it's cover"&lt;/span&gt; very true in my life. Sometimes i hope things would change. I don't want to depend on others for my own happiness anymore. I'm so sick of it. I don't want to be lied to again. Just too many lies and empty promises. Too many... Sometimes i can feel the masculine side of me taking over. I hear it when i hear myself saying "It's ok. You don't need someone to take care of you. You can do that on your own... Even if you can't there are still many fishes in the sea...why do i have to choose him?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115544517548526360?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115544517548526360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115544517548526360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115544517548526360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115544517548526360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-is-it.html' title='How is it?'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115503788739321257</id><published>2006-08-08T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:51:27.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just "lost" another friend</title><content type='html'>:-(&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;It's just so sad but another one of my friends is leaving Penang to go further his studies in Bangkok. We studied together in PFS when i was doing my sixth form studies and since then we've been really good friends and we have kept in touch when he was in USM and I in UNIMAS. He always hosted bbq parties to get all our good friends together to catch up. Now i can't think of who to host parties anymore&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;But i am happy that he has finally found a place to do his Masters. He has always wanted this and I wish him all the best in his future undertakings. Will miss you Chern Wern... Don't forget my souveniers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115503788739321257?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115503788739321257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115503788739321257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115503788739321257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115503788739321257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-lost-another-friend.html' title='I just &quot;lost&quot; another friend'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115495534067332555</id><published>2006-08-07T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:55:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This must be the longest blog i have ever written</title><content type='html'>My graduation journey started on Thursday when we headed for the airport at 8.30pm that night. I knew this trip will be one of my “last for a very long time” (I quote my lecturer). I was excited and happy and sad at the same time. Reminiscing the old memories I have of the Cat City I can remember the amount of fun I had with my friends and lecturers alike. Fond memories they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the airport at 12 am. I wasn’t very sleepy and Danny was surprised I could stay up that long. We took turns to catch winks and ordered tea and fries from McDonald’s (our makeshift shelter for that night. It was the only one with a reasonable sofa to sleep on). Funny how LCC-T is so bz even though it was the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6am we checked in our luggage to be headed for the Kuching. I was excited again. The trip there was fairly pleasant and we caught some sleep on the plane. About 2 hours of it. We landed at 9.15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah came to fetch us from the airport together with Felicia. I missed them so much. Seeing them was like seeing angels…which really they were in their own special way. They brought us back to Sarah’s. Danny went to sleep and I went straight for campus praying there wouldn’t be a jam there like Sarah and Jo said there would be as I was tired too and I couldn’t take lining up for hours for my jubah…at least not on that day. Guess what? My prayers were answered and there was no jam! Free! When others waited for hours I settled everything in half an hour! Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adjourned on to see my lecturer. I just had to meet him. He has taught me so much that nothing I can do could repay him. That’s how I felt. Like it was ordained by God again, I managed to meet him in between his tight schedule. I was really so happy to see him as he has told me earlier on that he could not make it. We managed lunch together and it was so nice of him to show me round the permanent campus. It has changed so much. Everything has shifted there already. There were so few ppl at the old campus and it seemed that way at the new one too cause it is so big! Dr. Lee took me to see all he lecturers who taught me before. We chatted with them for a while and then left as Dr. Lee had another meeting to attend. Yup he’s a real bz person yet he makes time for everything. That’s why he’s my role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed back to Sarah’s house after that and took my starving fiancé for lunch at Tabuan Jaya. Missed the food there. The first thing we had was Kolo Mee hehe. I came back to pack stuff that I had left in Sarah’s house for 3 months and later had dinner at Hui Sing. Sipping White Lady a local sweet drink was like ecstacy. Had some of Sarah’s mee and kiaw (wantan) and some jelly. Ah…missed that. Danny had tomato mee and he was quite pleased with it. Later, at 9pm that night we met up with Mike and his gf Po Yee (hoped I had spelt it correctly) I had asked Mike earlier on if he could take pictures for Sarah’s family as Sarah’s dad could not leave the house and it was so nice of him to agree. We discussed the time and situation over soft-shelled crab burgers and mayang tea at D’Alif’s at waterfront and it was agreed that he would be there on Friday afternoon. Sarah fetched Chris from the airport. So, that was the end of Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday started off with the graduation rehearsal an that took til 11 am. Me and the girls went to Pohonmas to have some food (we had promised to come back here during graduation) and some P.M.S. (pohonmas smell). We met the boys there and chatted and laughed for a while before going to pay for our graduation photos.&lt;br /&gt;At 2.30, Mike was at Sarah’s to take Sarah’s family picture. I was glad Mike could make it as Sarah said they have never had a family portrait before so it was extra meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny and I checked into Holiday Inn after that. Took our baths and went straight to the photo gallery to have our pictures taken. Talk about posing. I thought what I was doing was awkward. Listen to this “ok tilt your head to the right…look down….down summore...ok…chin out….tilt…ok that’s right…good” *click* Try and do that and see if u feel awkward but the picture came out real pretty and me and the girls were really happy with it. So was Danny Chen who was so proud of himself for making it to my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents arrived at night and we took them to the Venue to try the fried oysters there which I totally adore and the tortoise meet there. They didn’t have Midin that night so we settled for cangkuk manis instead. We took my dad to Everrise to buy shoes as he was not very comfortable in what he was traveling in and then we all went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning my mom, dad and bro went for their city tour. It came with the Golden Holidays package. It took them to the Bird’s nest factory, Kuih Lapis factory, Civic Centre and Waterfront. Everything was new to them coz they have never seen anything like Sarawak before so it was pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were on that Danny and I joined Chris’s family at some Sup Babi at Carpenter Street. Ahh… we just love it even though the hawker has many times shouted at our faces. We go back for the good food and are amused by the hawker’s antics haha. Danny and I reached at 11am and our food came at 11.30. We were lucky this time. The last time we went at 12pm and we waited til 2pm!!! Lip Khoon was there and so was Kelvin. It was good to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel after that and took my parents to Waterfront again to do some souvenir shopping. Mom bought a lot of t-shirts while dad got amused with the size of the cakes and buns that were along the walk. We later went for lunch again as mom insisted of having Kolo Mee. After that we went back to the hotel to drop off my parents and took my bro shopping for stuff for his gf. We shopped a while at Tun Jugah and walked over to Sarawak Plaza for sushi. Must say the standard of sushi has gone up…much more delicious now. Good on ya Kuching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Sarah’s. Chris had planned this and catered food in since sarah’s dad couldn’t go out. She ordered home cooked food. Midin, paku, pork leg, bamboo shoots, kacangma and asam fish. Sarah’s mom cooked wild boar. We had a feast and the food was fantastcic. The boys came over and so did David and his son Dylan, the boys and Mr. Tay and of course the four families: Grace’s, Chris’s, Sarah’s and mine. It was tonight too that sarah presented all of us with our gifts. It was orang asli baskets and hats. How beautiful they are as gifts to remember the family by. Sarah’s mom has been the most patient mother to her children, husband and me. Sarah’s bro was really a good boy and Sarah….words cannot express how she is like but I assure you they are all very good things. The sacrifice the family makes to stay strong together is amazing. The hats had patterns that corresponded with our Lun Bawang names. Chris’s is Liung (no particular meaning), Grace’s is Mungak (flower) and mine, Gituen (star). We went home early as I was tired but the guys and Chris stayed back and drank sup harimau (Tiger Beer) all night long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0506.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/KIF_0506.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris, Grace, me and Sarah with our hats and baskets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Sunday. G-Day! Finally! We all left the hotel by 7.45am as instructed by Sarah. Snatched my parents off their free buffet breakfast and headed for Sarah’s house. She said we were to leave in two cars and so we did all dressed up and looking fine with smile from cheek to cheek. Upon reaching we got our line up numbers. We all got a free breakfast snack which would fill the corner of my stomach but along came Danny and said he was hungry. So I gave him half of my cake and the rest of the box of the goodies. 8.10am came and all of us lined up and by 8.30am we were all in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/KIF_0511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felicia, Sarah, me, Audrey and Ah Mau all prim and ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hall, we sang our uni song and I couldn’t help but to feel a pang of sadness. They did tell us that we would only sing the song twice in our life. Once during orientation and another during graduation. I was singing the song for the last time. Unimas Gemilang. The dignitaries entered the hall after that together with the cokmar followed by Pehin Sri. After the speeches we went up to get our certs. It was the best moment of my life. I had finally graduated. After proudly walking up the stage and receiving my cert in front of so many ppl I walked down again enjoying the 1 minute of fame that just past hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, was a period of rush all the way. Took pictures with friends and family, went back to the hotel to check out, had lunch (I had 4 layer teh si peng = gula melaka + milk + wheatgrass + tea, lui cha, rojak, kuih chap and salad chicken rice) and by 2.45pm we were already at the airport. I reached back in Penang at 10.30pm. Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/IMG_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/IMG_1003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/IMG_1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/IMG_1002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/IMG_0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/IMG_0998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soo Bee, Win Sen and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/IMG_0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/IMG_0995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Danny and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/IMG_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/IMG_0999.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah, the boys and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/KIF_0515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lui cha and 4 layer teh si peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay tuned for more photos of my graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115495534067332555?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115495534067332555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115495534067332555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115495534067332555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115495534067332555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-must-be-longest-blog-i-have-ever.html' title='This must be the longest blog i have ever written'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115382960535891450</id><published>2006-07-25T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:13:25.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My invincible Grandma</title><content type='html'>I dunno how many times she has been at the brink of death but still she manages to scrape through. It's like it's true that they say when it's not your time it's just not la. She gave all of us a scare yesterday afternoon when her head suddenly bent forward when my aunt was feeding her with some broth. She had been unable to eat properly since her fall last weekend. But after that she was ok until yesterday. The doctor said chances was pulling through was slim...very slimher blood pressure was 60/40 and her heart neat on 40 times/min. The doc even said there was no point in sending her to the hospital. So there she laid at home on her bed looking frial and weak. We all thought this was it. The doc gave her 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening when the doc came to check on my grandma again her pressure was up so that was good. He was surprised at the situation and commented that my grandma's mind was stronger than her body. That night he came again and her pressure went uo to abt 90/60. Todat she is well and eating soft food. It was quite a day yesterday but i'm glad it's all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115382960535891450?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115382960535891450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115382960535891450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115382960535891450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115382960535891450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-invincible-grandma.html' title='My invincible Grandma'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115339499017225311</id><published>2006-07-20T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:32:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire extinguishers made of gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today we had a trio visit our school to talk abt fire extinguishing. Apparently there are four kinds of fire and four kinds of fire extinguishers one for fires of A and B (which is not so famous), another for fires A, B and C, another for fires class D. She likened the 4 types of fire to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;woman's bra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. She said it's similar. A for small fires (fires caused by paper, cloth etc), B for not so small fires, C for big fires (caused by electrical appliances) and D for enormous fires (ones that usually happens in the factories).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As i said earlier on there are 4 kinds of fire extinguishers. The first contains some kind of foam. It can put of A ,B and C fire therefore it is the most popular. Moreover it is cheap. Cost about 150 ringgit per tank. But once you spray this thing u lose whatever you spray it on (the foam stays on and NEVER comes off) and also stand a chance of scalding you skin or even going blind. The next one is Carbon Dioxide gas. This is as we know toxic if inhaled at its concentration, has to be sprayed following the wind direction and cannot be sprayed upwards. You would have to stay away from your house or office for more than 3 hours and only come in when the gas evaporates completely. The thrid one has the same reaction plus, all these three types of extinguishers only lasts to a max of 1 year WHETHER OR NOT U USE IT! bet u didn't know that. Once u use it cannot use anymore...even if u have 3/4 tank left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So she then showed us the ultimates of ultimates... The $*&amp;chemical name-too-long^!$%$ Extinguisher!!! It comes in a beautiful colour -GOLD! You can spray in whichever direction, use as many times as u want as long as the gas is still there, and lasts your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;WHOLE LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; and you whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;GREAT GRAND CHILD'S LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...really..the warranty is that long. Plus u can inhale this gas as much as u want. It smells of lemon after you spray! But i think it's too expensive for a aromatherapy la. It and costs RM790. For teachers, you get a rebate of RM 400! for today only.. wow ... and offer made hard to refuse. But i didn't buy.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115339499017225311?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115339499017225311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115339499017225311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115339499017225311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115339499017225311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/fire-extinguishers-made-of-gold.html' title='Fire extinguishers made of gold'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115322841040487173</id><published>2006-07-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:13:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't done this in a long time di...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darling....i love you ^HU**muaks**GS^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This picture reminds me of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/MeToYouBearLAstingMemories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/MeToYouBearLAstingMemories.jpg" alt="" 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/13942411-115322841040487173?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115322841040487173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115322841040487173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115322841040487173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115322841040487173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/havent-done-this-in-long-time-di.html' title='Haven&apos;t done this in a long time di...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115322749112291465</id><published>2006-07-18T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:58:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many bad things happening in so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PANGANDARAN, Indonesia, July 18&lt;/span&gt; -- Six-foot tsunami waves triggered by an underwater earthquake swamped several resorts and village seafronts on the southern coast of Java island Monday, killing at least 262 people, officials reported. More than 160 were reported missing in the area, which apparently had no warning system.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A wall of water crashed into this resort town, badly damaging modest hotels, restaurants and rows of beachfront homes. The waves left brick walls gaping and tore down thatched roofs.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evi Didi, 29, who works at the Annisa Hotel, recalled Tuesday sitting in its front yard with three friends preparing for an afternoon swim when the water approached.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When I spotted the water it was already huge. It was like a mountain of water, higher than the coconut tre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ss. I ran to the second floor and went onto the roof," he said. From there, he continued, he saw the bodies of three boys floating on their backs.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As surviving owners and employees returned Tuesday, they picked through heaps of wooden boards and palm fronds, smashed bicycles, shattered beer bottles, waterlogged clothes and capsized beds. Although this tsunami was far less vicious than one that Aceh in late 2004, the rolling water carried away cars, motorbikes and satellite dishes as much as a quarter mile from the beach.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The magnitude 7.7. earthquake occurred about 3:15 p.m. Monday and was centered about 150 miles off the southern coast of Java, Indonesia's most populous island. It was followed within the hour by several aftershocks. Office workers in hig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h-rise buildings as far away as Jakarta, the capital, located on Java's north coast, said they felt tremors.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About 35,000 people were displaced, according to national Health Department's crisis center.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indonesians became acutely aware of the ocean's devastating power in December 2004 when the South Asia tsunami was triggered by a massive magnitude 9.0 undersea earthquake off Sumatra island. It left more than 170,000 dead or missing in Aceh province and flattened much of the provincial capital.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Around the Indian Ocean basin, a total of at least 235,000 people died as a result of the tsunami. Water crashed with devastating force into coastlines in Thailand, Sri Lanka, India and East Africa.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Associated Press reported that Sumatra now has a tsunami alarm syste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m to alert people to leave coastal areas, but Java's is not due to begin operation until 2007. So there was no organized warning to people along the approximately 110 miles of coastline when the waves struck on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witnesses in Pangandaran said that as the wave approached, people shouted "Tsunami! Tsunami!" and climbed trees or crowded into inland mosques. In some places, the water was reported to have traveled 900 feet inland. Power lines were washed out.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another witness to Monday's wave, Miswen, who lives 50 yards from the ocean in Pangandaran, told el-Shinta radio that he saw the seawater recede shortly after the earthquake. Within half an hour, he saw three huge swells racing toward the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Washington Post Company, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone told me this is the work of God towards the people who burnt down churches in Jakarta. I dunno why this is happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ing but i think the world we now live in is a "bad" one in many ways. I just pray that there would be no more bombing, war, tsunamis and earthquakes in the near future. There is only so much we humans can take...the consequences of our own actions. Just my little message of peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/2006_07_18t012826_450x339_us_quake_indonesia_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/2006_07_18t012826_450x339_us_quake_indonesia_1.jpg" alt="" 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/13942411-115322749112291465?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115322749112291465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115322749112291465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115322749112291465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115322749112291465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-many-bad-things-happening-in-so.html' title='So many bad things happening in so little time'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115314136571986541</id><published>2006-07-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:02:45.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people do last minute work?</title><content type='html'>I can never understand these people. Where is the thrill? Why do that when clearly the consequences are hell? I dunno but honestly when last minute decisions involve me i'll blow.. like now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115314136571986541?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115314136571986541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115314136571986541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115314136571986541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115314136571986541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-people-do-last-minute-work.html' title='Why do people do last minute work?'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115313014759314229</id><published>2006-07-17T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:55:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of saving dogs and icky stuff</title><content type='html'>Just found out that my good friend is buying dogs out of pet shops to save them from starvation. How noble... I wish i could do something like that too. Once i saw this really pitiful dog outside my house. It was a very skinny, food deprived mini pincher. It had scars all over it's body and ticks all over too. It looked so...unwanted. I couldn't keep it for sure. My parents won't even let me keep a perfectly good dog let alone this one... Ah well, it's a dog's life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when someone beside u does something really icky? you know something that would make u go "eeeewwww...that's disgusting" Here are a few things i have observe people around me do (purposely or naturally - which is worse than purposely if u know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) digging their noses...hardworkingly (this could be followed by and occasional rolling of the goo and flicking it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) scratching their armpits/under the legs/the joint where the upper torso and the thigh meets AND THEN smelling the "products"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) digging their mouths and then smelling the "products" that come on the fingernail (this could be followed by putting it back in and swallowing it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) cleaning from under the finger/toe nails and then smelling the "products"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about you guys but i think actions like these should be confined to the washroom, toilet or bathroom and then alone because.......&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S DISGUSTING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i got my job back...YAY!!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115313014759314229?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115313014759314229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115313014759314229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115313014759314229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115313014759314229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-saving-dogs-and-icky-stuff.html' title='Of saving dogs and icky stuff'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115293782661764305</id><published>2006-07-15T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:30:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good exercise</title><content type='html'>this morning i went to the Botanical gardens with fiance and a bunch of other school kids. Cross country day so they had to run 2 rounds round the gardens which i think comes up to 2 and a half km per round. I did 3. 2 to accompany my students and another to replace a colleague for awhile. she insists so because she told she walked a round already when i was escorting my group. Oh well, walk only ma...not like i can run also. The girls themselves also dun wanna run. Terpaksa i walk at the back of them...like a broom...sweeping the lazy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to Prangin after this to support them for their YE (Young enterprize) projects. They'll be selling stuff that they made there so i'm going to observe their trading skills...and maybe buy a couple of things too :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115293782661764305?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115293782661764305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115293782661764305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115293782661764305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115293782661764305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-exercise.html' title='Good exercise'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115288104497250601</id><published>2006-07-14T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:44:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos novios</title><content type='html'>Andrea:&lt;br /&gt;Somos novios&lt;br /&gt;Pues los dos sentimos mutuo amor profundo&lt;br /&gt;Y con eso ya ganamos lo más grande&lt;br /&gt;De este mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos amamos, nos besamos&lt;br /&gt;Como novios&lt;br /&gt;Nos deseamos y hasta a veces&lt;br /&gt;Sin motivo, sin razón&lt;br /&gt;Nos enojamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina:&lt;br /&gt;Somos novios&lt;br /&gt;Mantenemos un cariño limpio y puro&lt;br /&gt;Como todos&lt;br /&gt;Procuramos el momento más oscuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;Para hablarnos&lt;br /&gt;Para darnos el más dulce de los besos&lt;br /&gt;Recordar de qué color son los cerezos&lt;br /&gt;Sin hacer mas comentarios&lt;br /&gt;Somos novios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina:&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ooh ooh, ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;It's just impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos amamos, nos besamos&lt;br /&gt;Como novios&lt;br /&gt;Nos deseamos y hasta a veces&lt;br /&gt;Sin motivo, sin razón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea:&lt;br /&gt;Nos enojamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/B000CC1TGA.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/B000CC1TGA.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina:&lt;br /&gt;Sin motivo, sin razón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea:&lt;br /&gt;Somos novios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;Mantenemos un cariño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea:&lt;br /&gt;Limpio y puro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea:&lt;br /&gt;Como todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina:&lt;br /&gt;Como todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea:&lt;br /&gt;Procuramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;El momento más oscuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina:&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para hablarnos&lt;br /&gt;Para darnos el más dulce de los besos&lt;br /&gt;Recordar de qué color son los cerezos&lt;br /&gt;Sin hacer mas comentarios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea:&lt;br /&gt;Somos novios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina:&lt;br /&gt;Somos novios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea:&lt;br /&gt;Siempre novios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;Somos novios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gracias a Ana por esta letra)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115288104497250601?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115288104497250601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115288104497250601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115288104497250601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115288104497250601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/somos-novios.html' title='Somos novios'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115287997372836705</id><published>2006-07-14T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:26:13.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>I talked to the HEM today over the phone and apparently the person taking over the science subject i was supposed to taech is a permanent and needless to say, if whe is permanent then she has advantage. Oh well... Now it depends on whether the English teacher i'm replacing will come back or not. Apparently she's away for cancer treatment. Ya...part of me hope something horrible doesn't happen to her. In this case, she will come back and teach and i will lose my job (i'm not prepared for that). Another part of me hopes she'll stay away for another few months so that i can at least summore cash (this is a bad hope....but at least it gives her some time to recuperate? hehe...sorry). Ya... it's all just wishful thinking. It all depends whether God wants me to keep this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my applying for the RO post at WorldFish centre will come through though. Then at least I can do what i would really want to do... But then again what i would want to do might not be what God wants me to do. AAARRGGHH... does life has to be so confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/confusion.jpg" alt="" 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/13942411-115287997372836705?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115287997372836705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115287997372836705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115287997372836705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115287997372836705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful thinking'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115279330087453628</id><published>2006-07-13T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:21:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down</title><content type='html'>my first contract for teaching was over yesterday. i felt funny when the PK1 said a formal goodbye in front of all the teachers yesterday. I felt like i was either sacked or retiring. It wasn't a good feeling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three contracts altogether but the funny thing is she said bye to me and it felt like i was never going back ...which makes me wonder ...am i going back or not? if not, why make me sign 3 contracts and make me believe i was working til march? why introduce a new teacher when what she will be teaching is in my second and third contract? This is weird... I did mention that i wasn't comfortable with teaching that subject but that didn't mean i won't try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be jobless again..it took me so long to look for a job and above all to feel like i'm doing something. God please don't let me be jobless again...i hate that feeling. Now i understand how it feels to be sacked, retrenched, useless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115279330087453628?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115279330087453628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115279330087453628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115279330087453628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115279330087453628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/1-down.html' title='1 down'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115252138576311334</id><published>2006-07-10T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:49:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its over!!</title><content type='html'>hahahaha........it's over.....no more fevah!!!! i'm proud to say that throughout this whole time my fiance did not desert me leaving me like the husbands of Football Widows did and i'm so proud of him. Next agenda..Graduation! Can hardly wait! To my friends in Kuching......HERE I COME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115252138576311334?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115252138576311334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115252138576311334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115252138576311334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115252138576311334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-over.html' title='Its over!!'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115227572792364946</id><published>2006-07-07T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:35:27.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But he is not me</title><content type='html'>I would at least try to be better&lt;br /&gt;but he is not me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would see the look on my mother's face&lt;br /&gt;but he is not me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punctures and wounds on her hands would cause mine to ache&lt;br /&gt;but he is not me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would try harder next time&lt;br /&gt;but he is not me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not let shouts in the house affect me&lt;br /&gt;but he is not me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not let anything in the world come in between me and my studies&lt;br /&gt;but he is not me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not go online so much with results like that&lt;br /&gt;but he is not me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would listen to advise from my elders&lt;br /&gt;but he is not me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleas of my parents would somehow speak sense into me&lt;br /&gt;but he is not me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give everything in the world to understand him&lt;br /&gt;but I am not him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115227572792364946?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115227572792364946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115227572792364946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115227572792364946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115227572792364946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/but-he-is-not-me.html' title='But he is not me'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115293952234220636</id><published>2006-07-01T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:58:42.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my friends in Kuching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/alph/04/th_i.gif" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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                           &lt;img src="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00008/06/51/8401560_l.gif" alt="myspace glitter graphics" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/" title="myspace glitter graphics"&gt;Myspace Glitter Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115293952234220636?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115293952234220636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115293952234220636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115293952234220636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115293952234220636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-my-friends-in-kuching.html' title='To my friends in Kuching...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-115165906932351418</id><published>2006-06-30T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:17:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been MIA for the longest time...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone... i would be surprised if you are still reading any of my crap. I know i haven't been blogging for a long long time but since i've been reminded time and time again by friends and boyfriend alike i decided to say something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one. I finished my studies in good ol' UNIMAS already. I thank God for providing for me during  my three years there and though there has been hard and trying times most of it was fun. I made the best of friends and met the best of lecturers and i miss them dearly. Sarawak is a beautiful state with beautiful ppl. I have never seen ppl so humble, patient and generous. And truly, these are the three values that God has been trying to instill in me since my first day there. I'll be going back there in Aug to see my friends and lecturers again...while graduating...YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two. I've started working as a teacher since 3 weeks ago and i must say it is something totally new to me. Now i understand how my teacher feels when she teaches. Ya i had some good times so far and some bad ones that could make me cry. AArrgghhh... dunno why i've decided to this. I guessed it's because God open the door and i went in. I wanted to touch ppl and change lives... ya bah... hehe. I've seen a lot of things in just 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number three. My results came out di. I felt it was ok. Not that great la but ok. Was sad with my dad's reaction towards it but was soon feeling fine after a talk with sarah and Dr. Lee. Being sad wasn't worth it i decided. My passion is still for research and marine life. So i'm praying really hard for God to open doors for me there. Recently found out that the grants are in already. Hasn't been in since a long time but now that they are i'm at cross roads again...to continue my teaching contract or stop and do what i want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number four. I haven't been tennis-ing for the longest time and i'm feeling sick. To my pals in Kuching, i'm this totally unfit person right now u won't even recognize me. I really need to hold a racket, climb a hill, go for a swim, trek the mangrove forest or walk the beach at low tide you know what i mean? HELP!~ really!!! At times like these i really think that research is for me. Have fun losing weight while working (if I consider it that la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number five. I've been to Sitiawan and KL in just 2 weeks. How do you like that. Danny's favourite cousin got married. He's from Sitiawan. The bride's from KL. Ya...I met the whole lot! from A-Z. Guess it's times like these when you meet your long lost relatives. I enjoyed myself eating all sorts of food. Escpecially in Sitiawan. We had this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 course&lt;/span&gt; dinner there. These ppl can really eat. Each course can feed like 15 ppl instead of 10 and guess what? we only had 7 ppl on our table. PARAI! Dinner in KL was tastefully done. Every table was decorated with a pot of roses and white and red sequins. It was really beautiful. The stage was and the music...devine. They had this jazz trio playing and singing all the wonderful music...Something like my wedding come true but in a very expensive way la hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess that's all there is right now. This evening will be filled with goodbyes and football. To danny's bro, sis, bro in-law and new nephew, Bon Voyage and journey mercies. As for the match...may the best team win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-115165906932351418?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/115165906932351418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=115165906932351418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115165906932351418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/115165906932351418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-been-mia-for-longest-time.html' title='I have been MIA for the longest time...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-114035635412521032</id><published>2006-02-19T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:39:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the art library....err...ok la hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Library%20UNIMAS%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Library%20UNIMAS%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Library%20UNIMAS%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No i didn't take this from Shades' blog. By the way he change picture liau. I think it's cool that my library has toilets for those with disabilities. How many Universities actually have toilets like these??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Library%20UNIMAS%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Library%20UNIMAS%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lifts!! In the library!! And i thought i would never see one of these in my Uni ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Library%20UNIMAS%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Library%20UNIMAS%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talk about staircase.. you know what? who would wanna use that is we have lifts? hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But i would wanna say it's a good job done by the Universiti to have built such a condusive place to study. It's definitely better than the fish market...sorry...library we have back in the old campus. Cheers to you all! maybe having more polite librarians can be your next project :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-114035635412521032?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/114035635412521032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=114035635412521032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/114035635412521032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/114035635412521032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/02/state-of-art-libraryerrok-la-hehe.html' title='State of the art library....err...ok la hehe'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-114035303607215132</id><published>2006-02-19T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:43:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sien in Kuching</title><content type='html'>It was a pleasant surprise to find that Sien was in Kuching. She smsed me and we decided to meet up. For those who son't know who Sien is, you should. She has been one of my closest friends since back in high school and i'm happy that hasn't chnaged a bit though life has brought us through different paths. She is the one who helped me answer my math questions when i was in 5th Form. Ya, she's smart alright. She's now a medical student in IMU and is now emersed in boredom before she continues her studies in UK in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sien told me she visited places when she was here. Some places i have never even been my 3 years here. Yup, i'm ashamed of myself. I haven't been to Bako and she has! i haven't seen the Proboscis monkey and she has! Not fair!!! Anyways, we went for breakfast together at the friendship Park which was kind of a new place. Place serves Dim Sum. Not like Penang Dim Sum but...aiyah...dim sum la... The park is really beautiful. A project by China and Kuching. Check the pics out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Sien%20and%20I%20at%20Friendship%20Park%20Feb%20%2706%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Sien with the Kuching and the Panda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Sien%20and%20I%20at%20Friendship%20Park%20Feb%20%2706%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His name is Cheng Ho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Sien%20and%20I%20at%20Friendship%20Park%20Feb%20%2706%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Penang in Friendship Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Sien%20and%20I%20at%20Friendship%20Park%20Feb%20%2706%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside the Dim Sum restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-114035303607215132?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/114035303607215132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=114035303607215132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/114035303607215132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/114035303607215132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/02/sien-in-kuching.html' title='Sien in Kuching'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113990017025523734</id><published>2006-02-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:56:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day Baby!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/valentine.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/400/valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi dear... yea...it is another year without you on this special day. but i wouldn't exchange the many other days we spend together for just this one day. You have made everyday a Valentine's Day for me and baby, you are the most special person i've ever met. You're forever beautiful, smart, caring, wonderful, and loving in my eyes no matter what everyone else thinks of you. I just want you to know that even though we aren't together we're never apart. We are strong enough to have come this far. i rpomise i'll be with you next Valentine's. Till we meet again, I LOVE YOU!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-113990017025523734?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113990017025523734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113990017025523734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113990017025523734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113990017025523734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-baby.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day Baby!~'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113953630269866452</id><published>2006-02-10T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T09:51:42.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well...</title><content type='html'>here's the story. Was minding my own business one day and i got my course input slip. the course that i was supposed to have dropped was still there. That has now got me into very big trouble and with the "very efficient" staff of UNIMAS it has been 4 days and my problem hasn't been solved yet. I have to delete that course no matter what. I have only attended the first class of that course to find out what its like and since this is the fifth week of the semester i haveobviously missed enough classes to not allow me to sit for the test. Therefore, and in other words, i have already failed that course!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really pray that whatever mistakes i've made that God would forgive and not punish me like that. Even though i have many friends here and Kuching is a beautiful place i dun wanna spend another year here. I just want to go home... i dun wanna sit on planes anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-113953630269866452?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113953630269866452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113953630269866452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113953630269866452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113953630269866452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-well.html' title='Oh well...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113953576198599908</id><published>2006-02-10T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:28:12.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walau...true, true hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Honda S2000!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/s2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/400/s2000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You live on the edge, and you live for the adrenaline rush.  You don't need luxuries, snob appeal, or superfluous gadgets. You put your top down, get your motor revving, and take all the curves that life throws at you at full speed.  So what if you spin out occasionally?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar"&gt;Which Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&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/13942411-113953576198599908?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113953576198599908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113953576198599908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113953576198599908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113953576198599908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/02/walautrue-true-hehe.html' title='Walau...true, true hehe'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113854000054172935</id><published>2006-01-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:06:40.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger is champion</title><content type='html'>it was a good fight as the Socerer and the Apprentice fought through the game. For me Baghdatis was a bit nervous and immature for the game. There were a few times when I saw the composure Federer had when on the other side of the court was pantind and huffing Baghdatis. Poor guy. He has so many impossible shots from Federer who was merciless (says Sarah) in the game. I knew that Federer would win. If he wouldn't then he wouldn't live up to his name of being the best player in the world. Well, all's well and Congratulations Federer! Good game, good game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-113854000054172935?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113854000054172935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113854000054172935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113854000054172935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113854000054172935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/01/roger-is-champion.html' title='Roger is champion'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113828651354405606</id><published>2006-01-26T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:41:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Feva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_self" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/BAGHDATIS_cl_au_05_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/400/BAGHDATIS_cl_au_05_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baghdatis won!!! Yes!!! he actually won over Nalbandian. I was wishing for that but had this feeling it might not happen but... IT did!!! i'm so happy for him. Heard from my friend he was actually a wild card. And for him to be in court facing opponents like Roddick and Ljubicic, he is something la. i mean come on la, i think even God agrees with me. What are the chances of the rain falling down in Australia at match point at 15:15??! Everyone has a favourite player.. Mine's Baghdatis! This guy actually mabe me blog again! i'm so so excited for him and i wish him all the best in the finals. Baghdatis, you're the man...After God and my fiance that is hehehe. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_self" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/t_mbaghdatis_0126_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-113828651354405606?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113828651354405606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113828651354405606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113828651354405606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113828651354405606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2006/01/tennis-feva.html' title='Tennis Feva!'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113257658304367540</id><published>2005-11-21T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:36:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesta Ketam in Sematan</title><content type='html'>So we woke up early in the morning last Saturday and made it back to campus at about 6.30am. Amazing how Kuching roads get so empty early in the morning. A trip that was supposed to take 20 minutes took only about half the time. Anyways, we reached there to find that the bus has gone back to the depot upon seeing no one at the information centre (we were supposed to be waiting for the bus there). The driver was half way washing his car depot when our Ketua Program spotted him and asked him come and get us. Well that all happen from the time we arrived til about 7.30am. Yup we were late…Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Sematan took about 2 hours. Brings back old memories of when I was there for a totally different reason. My dive site about 2 years ago was Talang-talang islands; about an hours ride off the shores of Sematan. The sea there had good visibility with very, very beautiful corals and countless lobsters. Anyways, I was here this time for the crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny afternoon, perfect for a carnival like this. The pier was inviting and beautiful. Reminds me of St. Kilda’s when I was in Melbourne visiting Danny. So like I said, we were late so we missed most of the opening ceremony. Not like we were interested at all. The ceremony was officiated by Datuk George Chan who came with his faithful cowboy hat. But heck, we were starving so we ate whether or not the ceremony was opened! First thing I ate was crab sandwich. Delicious! That wasn’t the only of crab there. There was pie tee, burgers with soft shell crab (they actually put the whole crab in!) and fried rice with crab meat. Wow were we feasting me and my girl friends (Ah Mau, this includes you). We enjoyed ourselves so much this trip. Seriously, the most enjoyable part is we didn’t have to write a report when we go back heheheh. I could only wish we had carnivals like these in the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Pesta%20Ketam%20in%20Sematan%20%28Nov%202005%29%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soft shell crab burgers... Anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Pesta%20Ketam%20in%20Sematan%20(Nov%202005)%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Pesta%20Ketam%20in%20Sematan%20%28Nov%202005%29%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. George Chan... looking for some free food after the officiation of the Carnival hehe&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/13942411-113257658304367540?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113257658304367540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113257658304367540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113257658304367540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113257658304367540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/11/pesta-ketam-in-sematan.html' title='Pesta Ketam in Sematan'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113232031282367037</id><published>2005-11-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:25:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 3: Engagement Party Part II</title><content type='html'>This time it was held in my own hometown, Penang. We had some close friends over...or at least the ones we could gather at that time. Had a really an enjoyable time. Preparation of the big day took about a week to plan but i'm glad it turn out just fine...except for the fire hehe. It was accidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had a few of our church friends over and a few of my school friends too. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chern, Sien and Su Yee&lt;/span&gt; from secondary school was there. Was really so thankful that they could make it. My best friends of all time. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hong and Win Sen&lt;/span&gt; from Form 6 was also there. Couple of my best guy friends. You guys are crazy man and keep that frazy spirit going strong! I love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had barbe babi, chicken and hotdogs. Danny cooked his speciality: Spaggheti red sauce and i did the white one... i felt the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;red sauce was really good&lt;/span&gt;. Kudos to the chef! Had fruit punch for drinks which Sien could not take because of the pineapples i added in. I'm so sorry Sien. I didn't know you were allergic to them. Besides that we had garden salad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, we couldn't have enjoyed ourselves so much without your company... Thanks for making it there and i hope we'll see you all at our &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt; which would be in &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;two years time&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for your presents as well. God bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/Engagement%20Party%20%28Penang%2C%20Nov%2C%202005%29%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoops... a bit blur...but thanks Ken and Xe Hui for consistently lighting the tea lights heheh&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/13942411-113232031282367037?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113232031282367037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113232031282367037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113232031282367037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113232031282367037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/11/number-3-engagement-party-part-ii.html' title='Number 3: Engagement Party Part II'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113231860771092171</id><published>2005-11-18T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:56:47.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 2: Pedu Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Pedu%20Lake%20(Nov%2005)%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During my trip back to Penang, I did have some time off to spend some time with my fiance. I came up with the idea of going to Pedu lake. This lake was featured in the papers a few weeks ago saying it's a beautiful place and all that. Well, while we were there it was not quite what i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me share with you what i expected. I read from the net that it was a place full of activities like water jet skiing, swimming, and forest trekking. So i went there actually expecting that. Well we got nothing of that. The water level of the lake was so low that we could see a fair bit of the undergrowth under it. My goodness...how can anyone jet ski in that? oh well, then we decided to take a look at the swimming pool. It had dirt at the bottom of it and the 3-tiered swimming pool which was supposed to have water flowing down from level to another didn't do what it was supposed to do but instead had some dirt at the bottom of it. well i guess we couldn't expect so much from a hotel that only had 5 ppl accomodating it at the time i was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God it wasn't all that bad. Danny and i did get the time we wanted together just focusing on each other. The nature was good. Very scenic. all naturale hehe. I enjoyed myself watching the swans, monitor lizards, praying mantises and 7 baby wild boars running wild considering that i carried my law notes around with me while i was there but danny didn't mind. Who else would i marry if not him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/Pedu%20Lake%20%28Nov%2005%29%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view...it's like from one of those prairie movies...beautiful combination of earth and sky :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/Pedu%20Lake%20%28Nov%2005%29%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry...thay're not swans...i think they were more like geese hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/Pedu%20Lake%20%28Nov%2005%29%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby and i...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-113231860771092171?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113231860771092171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113231860771092171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113231860771092171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113231860771092171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/11/number-2-pedu-lake.html' title='Number 2: Pedu Lake'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113231632193788183</id><published>2005-11-18T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:18:41.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blogs i owe: Number 1</title><content type='html'>Since i have been inactive for quite some time, i need to update this... first blog that i have left til now to write is on the lab that we did on the ecotoxity of a pesticide towards some snails... the interesting thing about this lab was the snails look good enough to eat. To me they looked like escargots! Check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/ecotox%20lab%20LD50%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/ecotox%20lab%20LD50%20001.jpg" 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/13942411-113231632193788183?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113231632193788183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113231632193788183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113231632193788183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113231632193788183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogs-i-owe-number-1.html' title='The blogs i owe: Number 1'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113193453986389180</id><published>2005-11-14T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:15:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N/A</title><content type='html'>I know the last time i wrote in here and that was a long time ago. hehe. After my engagement party in Kuching i came back to Penang and it was a hell of a whirlwind 2 weeks. Went to Pedu Lake, 3 parties (one birthday, one wedding and one deepavali - indeed it was a season to be jolly out of christmas period). Came back to Kuching and then my exams started. Still hasn't ended. Will be 2 more days before it actually does. And then i can foresee that i will be bz moving house. Will not be staying in campus for the hols so i've decided to rent a room outside to make it easier for me to feed my prawns everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are ok so far. Hopefully i don't fail any paper and have to go for a resit. I so want to graduate soon. A bit tired of studying already. I can read something for the knowledge but i don't like the idea of aitting for an exam after that. Sometimes i wish that the UNIMAS system woulde be like some other university's system where students have a lot of talks to go for and a lot of practical other that the Latihan Industry we have. Find that they learn so much more outside class. Well, i can only wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to go now. Would love to share the pics from my 2nd engagement party but that will be some other time. Maybe after my exams. Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-113193453986389180?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113193453986389180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113193453986389180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113193453986389180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113193453986389180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/11/na.html' title='N/A'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-113042289559377199</id><published>2005-10-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:21:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Party Part I</title><content type='html'>The engagement party in Kuching was really fun... It was filled with so much laughter and i'm so glad that danny could fit in so easily with my friends. Truly it was THE most wonderful party i've ever attended and i'm glad it was my own. I would wanna thank everyone who made it there. Thanks for your support. I know it took something for some of you guys to get to the venue and i know you've treasured our friendship enough to make it there. I love you all for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who didn't make it, here are some pictures that my bubbly freind Felicia May Dizer has taken for us to remember the special moment. Enjoy!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/IMG_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/IMG_0019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ban Seng... Bbq Steamboat here is the best! You get to enjoy the food while getting some facial treatments done heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/IMG_00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/IMG_00061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the other table are some of my best buddies enjoying their food also ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/IMG_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/IMG_0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace and Beau Ah Fai... The other happy couple :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks y'all for making this engagement party a memorable one. Thank you so much for the gifts as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-113042289559377199?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/113042289559377199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=113042289559377199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113042289559377199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/113042289559377199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/10/engagement-party-part-i.html' title='Engagement Party Part I'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112936660268270820</id><published>2005-10-15T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:56:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking back</title><content type='html'>While that's what people like me do when their lives have suddenly gone static, redundant and monotonous. Did some thinking over the last few days regarding my relationship with Danny. Have to say it has change a lot. Grew to love each other, hate each other at times, learn to kiss and make up, repeat the mistakes then kiss and make up again...phew! We've come a long way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just day before yesterday we had an arguement over something i now consider petty. Dunno why i picked on him over such a thing when i clearly know he's like that and that i did not have a problem with it last time, when we first started our relationship. Then i thought. I must have taken him for granted. Expected him to solve the clues i dropped him knowing that he could not for the simple reason: He's a GUY; not a GIRL! i think this is the biggest problems in most relationships. Girls expect guys to know everything and guys do not know everything even though they sometimes pretend they do out of ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Danny with all my heart. There have been times and there will be times again when i will think we are not meant for each other and that our relationship will never work out. But somehow, God gives me the strength to carry on and reminds me that every one is perfect and that we always have to give some sometimes. I know my dreams for the perfect guy can never come true. Well, it isn't shocking cause my dream guy has blue eyes and blonde hair and is totally romantic! But then again i wouldn't want someone like that if he doesn't love me the way i'm experiencing love from Danny now. His love for me has no boundaries...just like God. He may have flaws that i find it very hard to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; sometimes. But i have mine too. And to think and he can accept me just the way i am makes me want to accept him just the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God put us together for a reason. So that we can teach each other and help each other grow. I also know that as long as we have God as the focus of our relationship we are alright :-)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112936660268270820?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112936660268270820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112936660268270820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112936660268270820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112936660268270820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/10/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking back'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112909137864903195</id><published>2005-10-12T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T12:29:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey~</title><content type='html'>Have just finished my mid term exams and still have another french test, 2 presentations and 4 assignments to pass up before my hubby comes to Kuching to celebrate our engagement with my Kuching friends. Am so looking forward to seeing him. We've been apart for so long and i'm missing him so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just doing my project the other day with my group mates and i realized how mature i grew compared to the first year i came to uni. I'm still anxious about things but not very anymore. Learnt to relax a bit and sometimes just sit back and let things take its course. Also have gotten lazier but still manage to keep the grades up (a lot of it is because of God's grace) so i'm happy. Made a new friend with my junior a couple of weeks ago and i'm still getting to know her. Hopefully will get to tell her &lt;em&gt;the good news &lt;/em&gt;soon. Time's running out for me but i hope i go slow with her. Don't wanna rush her or scare her into things. she will be coming over to bunk with me tomorrow. Chris won't be in cause her bf will be here and my junior has problems with her room mate so i thought why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... a few more weeks and then there's finals. So fast it's scaring me. I can't believe it's been two and a half years alrady. Everything is just going too fast. I really enjoyed myself here and am still enjoying myself. The friends i made here are really true friends. Can't say that i &lt;em&gt;ngam&lt;/em&gt; with everyone la but yea, i really did make a whole lot of new friends here and something tells me i'm gonna be telling my grandchildrem all about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half and hour to class. and i'm sitting doen of this computer blogging on one site and looking for pictures of The Corpse Bride on another site. I'm a Tim Burton fan. Movies are dark sometimes but they usually have happy endings. Can't wait to catch the movie when it comes out on the big screen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112909137864903195?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112909137864903195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112909137864903195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112909137864903195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112909137864903195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey.html' title='Hey~'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112850941376592087</id><published>2005-10-05T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T18:50:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's slowing down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/536544655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/536544655.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's like every other in thing. It starts big and then it slows down. The blogging frenzy has spread like a virus infecting even ppl whom you don't think would do this sort of thing. But the virus has now, a cure to combat it. At least for my blog it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the visiting of blogs have lessened. More bloggers are now either just blogging for the sake of blogging and not really blog visiting anymore. There's also news every now and then saying that some blooggers have been arrested for blogging racial stuff on their sites bringing them to court and getting themselves arrested. Gues this has to be a big thing that something like that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i'm blogging for the sake of blogging hehe. Do go site visiting sometimes just to see what's going on with other people and to see if my fiance has a new fetish (not like it makes any difference... we talk every night!!!). Or maybe sometimes, when i have nothing to do, like now, (waiting for Chris to download her info from the net) i might just sit down and pen a few words. Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Can't wait for my baby to come over...Miss him like crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112850941376592087?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112850941376592087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112850941376592087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112850941376592087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112850941376592087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-slowing-down.html' title='It&apos;s slowing down'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112796151345473793</id><published>2005-09-29T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:38:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another year...OLDER!!! hehe Happy birthday dear!</title><content type='html'>Sarah had 2 birthday parties so far. There's supposed to be a third but i dunno when it's coming up. So privileged. Took so many pictures and i don't even have one of my own for my 21st birthday...Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i enjoyed la during her burthday. So many people and just enough food...not enough for the second party though. Late comers didn't have any food to eat. Itulah! why late? Next time be ON TIME! dun go earlier...if not people will think you tak sabar-sabar bah. hehe one of those things i learnt from Danny's mom. She got that from a questionaire to test how much manners you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da cake!!! Yum yum...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/contented.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Birthday girl...too happy...dun blame her... HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112796151345473793?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112796151345473793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112796151345473793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112796151345473793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112796151345473793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/09/yet-another-yearolder-hehe-happy.html' title='Yet another year...OLDER!!! hehe Happy birthday dear!'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112756745965102339</id><published>2005-09-24T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:10:59.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Sahakers In Kuching</title><content type='html'>Planet shakers was in Kuching Week before last. Held their concert in INTI college. Honestly, the place was bigger than last years venue and there were too many people but it was enjoyable. We had a couple of people on sarah, michelle and I. And again, just like the year before we had each others sweat on each other from jumping around and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon was short and meaningful. Pastor Matthew spoke really enthusiastically. They had a session for jamming. The drummer was awesome keeping the beat up and everything and so was everyone else on stage. I like the lead guitarist. I felt he had a lot of talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pictures but they are not really clear cause i was standing somewhere at the middle of the hall and i had zoom on. check them out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/planet%20shakers%202005%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/planet%20shakers%202005%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/planet%20shakers%202005%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/planet%20shakers%202005%20008.jpg" alt="" 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/13942411-112756745965102339?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112756745965102339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112756745965102339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112756745965102339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112756745965102339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/09/planet-sahakers-in-kuching.html' title='Planet Sahakers In Kuching'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112728410695289297</id><published>2005-09-21T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:28:26.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Julian" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/JoiTheArtist/1097769263_uresJulian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Julian of Norwich! It's all about God, to&lt;br /&gt;you. You're convinced that the world has a&lt;br /&gt;happy ending. Everyone else is convinced that&lt;br /&gt;you're a closet hippie, but you love them&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/JoiTheArtist/quizzes/Which%20Saint%20Are%20You?/"&gt;Which Saint Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112728410695289297?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112728410695289297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112728410695289297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112728410695289297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112728410695289297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/09/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112727462930974807</id><published>2005-09-21T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:50:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alamanda College</title><content type='html'>These few days have been really tiring for me. I'm not tired physically but more of mentally. There has been word going around that there were rape cases. Starting two months ago word has it. So this is really freaking me out. Had a couple of sleepless nights because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday my friend told me of another case which happened at my block. Ya. MY block. She's a thrid year enginnering student. And then all of a sudden there's a hole in my bathroom ceiling. Looks as if one of the layers that covers the ceiling has been moved the day before. Coincidentally i heard noises on my roof the night before also. Honestly, i dunno what to think anymore except to pray to God for my safety and the safety of those people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment which is fit for 8 now only has 2 ppl living in it. Me and another housemate. I was thinking of bunking with my other friends in their apaprtment in another block but that would leave my housemate totally alone. Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to do some complaining today to my lecturer or to my college office. Hopefully i can do one of those. Don't want to keep living in fear like this. It's horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112727462930974807?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112727462930974807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112727462930974807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112727462930974807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112727462930974807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/09/alamanda-college.html' title='Alamanda College'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112719055363337912</id><published>2005-09-20T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:29:13.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis tournament</title><content type='html'>was supposed to write this blog last week but just didn't have the time. Was so busy in my lab and have now gotten sick. Heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we had women singles played last satuday just after my field trip. Yea it was a painful experience taking into consideartion the thigh aches i got from climbing hills and crossing bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the tennis tournament. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/tennis%20modified%20grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The wise treasurer, Grace...kicking some ass &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/tennis%20modified%20sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Vice President, Sarah...Erm...What are you doing Sarah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/modified%20tennis%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Vice Treasurer, Me!...look at that return! Now can it get any better than this???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/tennis%20modified%20chris1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reluctant President, Christine...Well, it hard sometimes but she manages it really good :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/tennis%20modified%20isaacs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The player, Isaacs... Now there a few possibilities: 1) he's scratching his armpit 2) he's telling his opponent there's a cute chick at his side of the court 3) It's his way of doing service....hmmm...now remember...this is a trick question! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112719055363337912?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112719055363337912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112719055363337912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112719055363337912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112719055363337912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/09/tennis-tournament.html' title='Tennis tournament'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112660041424886093</id><published>2005-09-13T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:33:36.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trip</title><content type='html'>Went for a field trip last saturday and it was very very fun. Spent some time getting to know more about my friends, lecturer and lab assistant (who didn't seem so bad after i got to know him). So we spent a whole day at my smapling site and i learnt and saw a lot of new things in that short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/Bengoh%20Field%20Trip%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know that people could carry such heavy things on their back until i saw the orang asli carry a 40kg battery across a 2 bamboo bridge which i had a hard time crossing. This bamboo bridge was suspended about 30 m in the air and is as long. The first time i saw it, it did send shivers down my spine but i thought i might as well do it. It's an experince! anyways, the orang asli carrying solar panels across too to their homes so that they can have electricity. Strong-willed ppl i'd say. Not only ppl! we managed to see a dog swim across the river and another walk across the bridge! now what do we have to say about that? If there's a will ther's a way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/Bengoh%20Field%20Trip%200171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All these made me think that i'm a lucky person even though i don't have much. I shouldn't be glad for what i have instead of dwelling in what i don't. God only gives us as much as we can take. Not more, not less. Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/Bengoh%20Field%20Trip%200161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112660041424886093?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112660041424886093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112660041424886093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112660041424886093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112660041424886093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/09/field-trip.html' title='Field trip'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112650520484758435</id><published>2005-09-12T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:06:44.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What for?</title><content type='html'>Can't understand some ppl who pretend to be nice when you clearly know their true intentions. Why can't they just be themselves instead of trying to be other ppl? Why can't they just be happy with what they have instead of stelaing other ppl's thunder? It is that important for them to be in the limelight all the time. Really dislike that attitude of some ppl trying so hard to prove that they are better than others. No need to prove one. If you're good, you're good right? Scrape the i'm-better-than-you attitude and maybe other ppl will find ppl in this category more approachable. Don't you think? Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112650520484758435?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112650520484758435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112650520484758435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112650520484758435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112650520484758435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-for.html' title='What for?'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112615605156688357</id><published>2005-09-08T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:07:31.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the big deal?</title><content type='html'>There are some things in life that are more important than others in life. For some it's money, others it's love and it also can be funny things like how the pencil is placed inside the pencil case (my sister always places her pens and pencils in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; direction only. can remeber the time she scolded me for putting it the other way round).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it with this thing called &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i-want-it-this-way-and-it-can't-be-any-other-way-other-than-my-way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? must admit that sometimes i'm like that too. Not being able to give in to some things which are most important to me. But sometimes it just has to happen for the good of those around you. You fret and you sigh and it spoils the rest of your day. And no one knows your hurt. Days later you forget that it never happened and you have moved on. What happened was just another speck in your life that you somehow felt you overreacted on. Dunno about you guys but this is how i see things based on the past experiences i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this world nothing is fair&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Everything is subjected to everything else. If not Earth would be Heaven. I've learn to leave room for unforseen circumstances and not fret so much about things anymore. Sometimes, just &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/span&gt;, you have to go with the flow. But that doesn't mean u go against what you stand for especially when it comes to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112615605156688357?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112615605156688357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112615605156688357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112615605156688357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112615605156688357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-big-deal.html' title='what&apos;s the big deal?'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112607241452723536</id><published>2005-09-07T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:53:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when was the last time?</title><content type='html'>oh 6 days ago... i think. Goodness... sorry. was really bz preparing my aquariums. yup until forgot my own finace's birthday. got sounding from him but it's ok la. what's another sounding when u already had two that day from your lecturer. nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have already managed to get the water in my aquariums to circultae properly. INFLOW=OUTFLOW as my supervisor would say. "Whatever it is just make sure it does not overflow from the tank!". My immersible pump &lt;em&gt;kaput&lt;/em&gt; yesterday and when i told him it was spoilt he didn't quite believe me. He wanted me to go and ask the lab assisstant what to do but the las ass wasn't in. So my lecturer &lt;em&gt;conveniently &lt;/em&gt;told me " now learn your lesson...always wait until the lab ass is in before you do your work" die la like that. always must wait for the ass who only works 3 hours out of the total working hours. the rest is used for eating, surfin the net and talking to fellow lab asses. TOO MUCH! and i get the scolding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my field trip will most prob be on friday and sat. and i ahev a paper to sit for on tuesday night. The notes are so high it could reach Heaven's Gate. yup! That's what in and what's up for me. and that's why i haven't been writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the less serious note, check this site &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=7549407"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=7549407&lt;/a&gt;. My french lecturer's in it... pass your comments to me if you think he is worthy of any hehe. Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112607241452723536?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112607241452723536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112607241452723536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112607241452723536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112607241452723536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-was-last-time.html' title='when was the last time?'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112548543821240153</id><published>2005-08-31T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:50:38.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heck</title><content type='html'>Am back in Penang for 3 days already. Have another 3 days to go. Am having fun so far if not for the things i would not want to mention in this blog now. Have been shopping most of the time for things for myself and for my friends. Bought 2 tops, a jacket and a pair of running shoes. The pair i have got no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunga&lt;/span&gt; already. Just wanted to get ready before i go for my field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about that, i wonder if my tanks in my lab are working fine. I left them cleaned and aerated before i came back...all 25 of them. But i did not circulate the water yet. Left that to my lab assistant to come back and spend time with danny. So i hope he's taking care of them for me. Have to do this right so that the berried female prawns don't die when i put them in. Keepin my fingers cross. Hopefully i would be able to map their life cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still unaware, my feud with danny is over. So we're cool for the moment but i can forsee more of it coming. But i know i would be able to deal with them better the next time it happens...IF it happens hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/95-338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/95-338.jpg" alt="" 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/13942411-112548543821240153?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112548543821240153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112548543821240153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112548543821240153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112548543821240153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/08/heck.html' title='Heck'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112478167943078053</id><published>2005-08-23T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:21:19.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry dear...</title><content type='html'>This is my public apology to you. I made a mistake by getting angry too fast at you. Like Alvin said i know what kind of person you are so it was silly of me to react rashly. I love you with all my heart and would never want to hurt you. It's just that what you said came at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being apart from you is not easy. I have to be strong every minute of the day so as to not get distracted from my work. But these pen up feelings couldn't keep there any longer. It's been two months since we last saw each other. I don't know if anyone can understand what we are going through and how much we miss each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby and i'm sorry for what happened. Hang in there for the both of us the way i would too. I know how tough it is but i promise you i'll be home soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: to all of you who replied my previous post - thank you ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112478167943078053?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112478167943078053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112478167943078053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112478167943078053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112478167943078053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-sorry-dear_23.html' title='I&apos;m sorry dear...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112434918041002423</id><published>2005-08-18T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:13:00.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Question</title><content type='html'>How many of you out there think that, in the event of joking, a person calls his/her gf/bf &lt;em&gt;kanasai, &lt;/em&gt;as&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;something acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes, why?&lt;br /&gt;If no, why and how should he/she react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112434918041002423?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112434918041002423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112434918041002423' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112434918041002423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112434918041002423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/08/1-question.html' title='1 Question'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112407801839296159</id><published>2005-08-15T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:07:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture update! (Dedicated to the 2 of my friends who have just graduated)</title><content type='html'>A few pictures taken over the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_04081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/KIF_04081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left: Felicia, Eza, Sarah, Me, Jiha and Ah Mau at the gala night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/KIF_0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felicia and I at the Aquatic Resource Gala Nite 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/KIF_0388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin and I. Fella didn't put on his jubah cause it was so hot. But he did look pretty good that day, i think ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/KIF_0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David looking proud and happy in his pink jubah. He's always putting on a wide, shy smile. David! cannot be so shy ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/KIF_0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/KIF_0380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The brain. One of those nicer exhibitions they had during the convo hehe ;-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/320/KIF_0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Mau's Vegetarian stall . Not bad the food...best vegetarian food i've ever tasted. Kudos to the chef!&lt;br /&gt;&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/13942411-112407801839296159?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112407801839296159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112407801839296159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112407801839296159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112407801839296159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/08/picture-update-dedicated-to-2-of-my.html' title='Picture update! (Dedicated to the 2 of my friends who have just graduated)'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112402028788039054</id><published>2005-08-14T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:51:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my best friends David and Kevin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We met on the the tennis court one day,&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose - to play,&lt;br /&gt;We made friends with each other,&lt;br /&gt;And that grew by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pasess so fast,&lt;br /&gt;Now you're no more here,&lt;br /&gt;But i will always have you in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Remebered, unforgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times we shared,&lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;The lessons we learnt over tennis,&lt;br /&gt;The talks we had over meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is stll saddend,&lt;br /&gt;By the fact that you both are not by my side anymore,&lt;br /&gt;To comfort me in times of trouble,&lt;br /&gt;To help me in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know this has to happen,&lt;br /&gt;Whether i like it or not,&lt;br /&gt;Like they say "To meet and to part,&lt;br /&gt;is the saddest thing of the human heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We no longer play on the court anymore,&lt;br /&gt;We no longer hear each other laugh,&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten on with our lives,&lt;br /&gt;You're now working,&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm happy that you still remember me when u came back,&lt;br /&gt;And i'm glad that you still care,&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for our friendship,&lt;br /&gt;Which i know you and i will forever remeber and will always share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112402028788039054?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112402028788039054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112402028788039054' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112402028788039054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112402028788039054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-my-best-friends-david-and-kevin.html' title='To my best friends David and Kevin...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112401949791404548</id><published>2005-08-14T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:38:17.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNIMAS Aquatic Resource Gala Night 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This happened last night. Everyone looked great. But soem had too much makeup on. Others were dressed for discos and some for horse-racing (2 girls wore those big decorated hats to the dinner - WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PPL???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the dinner started late. Felicia, Sarah and I were one of the few to reach first together with a lecturer. And guess what? We ourselves were 10 minutes late. So the dinner started with the short speaches from the Dean, Head of Program and Student Affairs Dean. They were hungry too you see. The hotel served us quite good food. It was an 8 course dinner with a cold dish as a starter, soup, prawns, fish, chicken, Vege, Fried rice and fruits as dessert. Everything tasted good :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this activity that night which had the lecturers go up and sing. One of them did - he was sportting enough to do so. My class mate accompanied him. They sang this old malay song so nicely that i think the both of them deserve praise for. B.E.A.U.tiful! It is nice to see lecturers and students get together without the wall in the middle. A little fun wouldn't hurt right? Just to loosen up and improve the student - lecturer relationship :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed ourselves the whole night through. Singing, taking countless photos and videos and making fun of each other. After all, we only have less than a yr left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112401949791404548?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112401949791404548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112401949791404548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112401949791404548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112401949791404548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/08/unimas-aquatic-resource-gala-night.html' title='UNIMAS Aquatic Resource Gala Night 2005'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112401864677641573</id><published>2005-08-14T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:24:06.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNIMAS Convocation 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This weekend was convo weekend. A lot of things were going on in campus for the past 3 days. Super seniors were seen hustling around looking for jubahs that in the end looked oversized or undersized on them. Others braved the hot weather just to line up for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some of my old friends. Really good to see them again. Some already working and some continued to do Masters. It's funny how they came back to the thing they must have stayed away from while they were studying here. There's this restaurant called Pohonmas where after u come out from it, u have the smell of food on your body that you will carry for the rest of the day - to class, toilet, library...etc (imagine the no. of ppl we "kill" everyday). And, ya... the super seniors were all hanging out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalls were set up for the occasion. About 50 of them all scattered about the univeristy compound. Sold all kinds of things from clothes to food to dance session (they claim they can help u de-stress - i didn't buy it hehe). What i did buy was food hehe. They had the best barbequed chicken but in the whole world. I think Sarah agrees with me but not Ah Mau. He tried one and gave the rest to me... UNTUNG!!! Ah Mau's stall sold vegetarian food which tasted quite good i'd say. I particularly like the fish (It's mabe from bean curd and sea weed hehe Gracilaria sp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all who were walking around actually had quite some fun for those 3 days. Didn't have to go out and eat hehe. Guess we should have these kind of things more often hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112401864677641573?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112401864677641573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112401864677641573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112401864677641573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112401864677641573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/08/unimas-convocation-2005.html' title='UNIMAS Convocation 2005'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112401759944882895</id><published>2005-08-14T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:06:39.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposal presentation</title><content type='html'>I know i haven't been updating my blog lately. Sorry cause i have been bz. I had my proposal presentation last thursday. Spent quite a lot of time preparing for it to make sure i do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began at 8am that morning. I was a little late to reach the place where we suppose to present our proposals for the final yr project. Just the day before i found out my slot was changed to the afternoon. Bugged me a quite a bit cause i didn't like last minute changes but i the show had to go on and it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we heard presentation after presentation. Some of them seemed pretty interesting and others blamed their factual mistakes on typing errors. This had most of the lecturers and students laughing but not all of them did. One of them sounded my friend for giving such a lame reason. Well, we all have different reactions to different things hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in no time the afternoon came and i was the first presenter for the session. I freaked out a bit before that but soon got used to the situation. After presenting my points with a volume even was alien to, i got "shot" with a few questions  like "why do u consider the species ornamental?". My answer to that question was a simple "erm... because it looks nice?" That got everyone laughing for reasons i am still oblivious to... Even the lecturer who asked me question laughed! hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all i did ok. Better than i did the last few times i presented (according to my friends). Very good (according to my Supervisor). So i'm happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112401759944882895?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112401759944882895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112401759944882895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112401759944882895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112401759944882895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/08/proposal-presentation.html' title='Proposal presentation'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112322268160135794</id><published>2005-08-05T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:18:01.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP Proposal</title><content type='html'>Finally it's done! i fianlly finished my final year project proposal. It took up so much of my time that i didn't even have time to blog. Stayed up til late at night to complete it and 4 of the 5 days of classes i had to be in campus by 8am because class starts at 8am. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past few weeks my lecturer has change my title twice and my sampling site once. Imagaine the amount of work i had to go through. it's like writing a proposal 3 times each on a different topic altogether. It's only by God's grace i pulled through. I never would have made it without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French class is getting tougher and my first role play would be next week. We've gone through introduction of self, country of origin, marital status and l'alphabet so far and it's getting tougher by the day. so many things to remember and only practice will make perfect...literally! Luckily my housemates are taking the subject together with me. We can practice together hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer is still cute and we've found out he's already has a gf that looks like a kolo mee seller (according to a source whom i will keep anonymous hehe). So we thought we would stalk him to see how true it is...ya as crazy as we can get. We found out he lives in a housing estate near campus but that's as much as we know hehe. So far...we have scrapped the idea of hunting him down but who knows what might happen in the near future when 3 crazy girls get together...hehe Power Puff Girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112322268160135794?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112322268160135794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112322268160135794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112322268160135794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112322268160135794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/08/fyp-proposal.html' title='FYP Proposal'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112262609628475846</id><published>2005-07-29T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:34:56.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I was wondering what it was that my boo so badly wanted to see on his blog. So i made it a point i would look at it by hook or by crook today. What he wrote really rouched my heart and confirm my decision of spending the rest of my life with him. It brought tears to my eyes and finally for once i thought what he wrote was pretty romantic. His declaration of love to me hehe. I'm convinced that he is the one God gave me to grow old with. Danny, i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112262609628475846?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112262609628475846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112262609628475846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112262609628475846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112262609628475846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-of-my-life.html' title='The love of my life'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112242681323986813</id><published>2005-07-27T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T12:31:02.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures i owe my boo...</title><content type='html'>Sorry i took so long dear and thanks for being patient with me. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/tennis%20promo%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/tennis%20promo%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/tennis%20promo%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/tennis%20promo%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_self" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/tennis%20promo%200121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/tennis%20promo%200121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris, Sarah, me and the guys at tennis promo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112242681323986813?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112242681323986813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112242681323986813' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112242681323986813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112242681323986813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/pictures-i-owe-my-boo_27.html' title='The pictures i owe my boo...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112235976928611032</id><published>2005-07-26T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:36:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's getting boring</title><content type='html'>I do believe my blog is getting a bit too boring isn't it? i have not been posting pictures to make them nice. i think i'll start loading pictures from my camera today. Have to find time already. If not other ppl one nicer than mine! hehe Kiasu-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i figured i won't be able to find the life cycle of the freshwater prawns online. So i think i'll create my own. hehe based on the little info i have la.will post it on once i get it done. it's a combination of pictures from different sites because one site has it and the other hasn't. You know that kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will have to accompany Chris to the dentist later. She got her molar pulled out. She said she spent 2 hours at the dentist's and a total of RM350 to pull out the bad tooth. A lot of money huh but think abt the time she suffered in there. 1 whole hour. This is freakish compared to Sarah who paid an extra RM100 to pull hers out in 12 minutes. So which one would u opt for? less time, more money or more time, less money? Gtg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112235976928611032?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112235976928611032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112235976928611032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112235976928611032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112235976928611032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-getting-boring.html' title='it&apos;s getting boring'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112220276399349462</id><published>2005-07-24T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:59:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer woes Part 2 and other stuff</title><content type='html'>Really dunno what on earth is wrong with my computer. Has been going crazy for the past 2 days and it shows no sign of getting better. For no reason it just start copying stiff from God know where and starts pasting in on my word document. Now I’m scanning for virus in my computer to see if anything is wrong with it. Also defragmenting to see if it helps. If you read this particular blog of mine and you do know what’s wrong , I could use some input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was club promo day. We spent our day shouting our hearts out so ppl would join the club. So naturally we were promoting the tennis club and all of us were having a lot of fun. Guess what we were so noisy that even the our neighbouring club decided to shout for us hehe. This guy even got members for us. I mean, that’s pretty cool. And he’s was really nice to have done that for us. So that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping today to get some other stuff for the house. Got myself a mirror and one of those thingys you stick on the wall so u can hang stuff on it. Got myself a skirt too. Danny always wanted me to wear one one those things. He said it would look really nice on me but I didn’t believe him. This time Sarah shoved me into the changing room and ask me to show her how it looks on me before I got out. So ok…what the heck right? I myself haven’t seen that on me. So I put it on and wow, I mean I’m not praising myself or anything but it does look cool on me. And so I bought it. I hope he’ll happy when he sees me in it. Ya my fiancé is a good fashion consultant…most of the time la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week over and another to come. Have to brace myself really. A lot of things to do but so little time. I miss my fiancé so much. Dunno when will I be able to see him again. I hope soon.  Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112220276399349462?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112220276399349462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112220276399349462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112220276399349462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112220276399349462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/computer-woes-part-2-and-other-stuff.html' title='Computer woes Part 2 and other stuff'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112200409938057798</id><published>2005-07-22T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:48:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>French</title><content type='html'>Bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took French as my complimentary subject this semester. this was because of a few reasons. 1) i had to; it's complusory, 2)it was the only "takeable" subject (ok, ok...it's also interesting, 3) my friends are taking that subject too and last but not least 5) the lecturer is SOOOO cute! His name is Rodolphe Point (pronounced Rudolf no, Rodolf Pua). Handsome young guy with dark brown hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we learnt quite a lot of things for the past 2 lessons. First was on the country itself. The population, national anthem, national flag and guess what's the national animal? The ROOSTER!!! heheh Found that quite funny. But jokes aside, French is a beautiful language. We use quite a few words of it in the English speaking world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out these few things:&lt;br /&gt;Citroen is Not chi tron / si tron / megatron - it's si tro in&lt;br /&gt;Peugeot is Not piu giot / peu jo / pang jio - it's po jo&lt;br /&gt;and Renault is well... Renault hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for now...stay tuned for the next class where we can learn how to differentiate a "male" chair from a "female" chair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112200409938057798?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112200409938057798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112200409938057798' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112200409938057798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112200409938057798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/french.html' title='French'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112183341043852606</id><published>2005-07-20T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:23:30.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am done with identifying my prawn...I'm not going to do it anymore. And am not bothered also. Cannot identify also ask people to identify. Then dunno hilang go where. Mty lecturer will be doing the David Copperfield act for the next 2 weeks and leaving me and my friend behind fending for ourselves! ALONE!!! how can?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard you know! not only 1 prawn or 1 fish. So many one! Gila ka? nevermind. On top of that still must correct my proposal which he coloured red. Then must some more prepare presentation. Then everything must be prepared by next week and presentation on 10th of August! Then my lecturer come back when? 1st of August ar!!! how? how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. this is it. Period. I'm just going to identify til the family and leave the rest to God. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112183341043852606?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112183341043852606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112183341043852606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112183341043852606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112183341043852606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s It!'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112160255420761549</id><published>2005-07-17T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:24:50.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lun Bawang and beautiful things</title><content type='html'>I had the privilege of spending the past 2 days with Sarah’s extended family. The family arrived on Saturday afternoon from Lawas. About 10-15 of them. I lost count. So far I have yet to say anything to them besides the word hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are from the Lun Bawang clan. A minority in Sarawak itself. The people of this clan are big boned. The men are involved in the timber industry whereas the women stay home and play the full role as housewives (unlike a lot of women from cities). Their cuisine, judging from the two days living and EATING with them, is what I would consider simple. So far I’ve tasted their barbequed wild boar and their bitter (broth with vege. It has a bitter after taste. I think that’s how it got the name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/Gituen/lun073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/Gituen/lun073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They speak a language which I do not understand so I can’t say much about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I managed to get a glimpse of then gathering together with the rest of the Lun Bawang people from Kuching. Their way of worship was very similar to ours except for the language of course. They sang “Old Rugged Cross” in their own language. That’s one of Pastor Isaac’s favourite songs hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for the past few days, I have been focusing on what’s beautiful in life.  Check out the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/Gituen/lun060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/Gituen/lun060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A baby's innocent stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/Gituen/lun067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/Gituen/lun067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A child's smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/Gituen/lun063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/Gituen/lun063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And and elderly man's laughter :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112160255420761549?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112160255420761549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112160255420761549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112160255420761549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112160255420761549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/lun-bawang-and-beautiful-things.html' title='The Lun Bawang and beautiful things'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112151305742324643</id><published>2005-07-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:26:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEW!!!!</title><content type='html'>My goodness. I'm just too tired. Just finished correcting the first part of my introduction to my proposal that my lecturer returned me yesterday. Good Lord! You should have seen the paper...or maybe u shoudn't. Cause i wouldn't have let u..hehe. Too malu la! The paper cannot see any white wan...my lecturer practically "coloured" it in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;ink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So today i correct it la...Just finished the first part only :-((.He la...change my title last minute. I thought something was wrong with my title. It was too general. "Crustacean" SOOO many you know. So i find la all the things realted to crustaceans. Last last he tell me he wanna focus on one species. Tell me la earlier. I no need to work like mad bah. JAHITNYA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I miss my darling so much. I wish he was here. Then he can help me. He's always good at finding stuff on the net bah. If not also give me a shoulder massage. My shouders cramp already. Whole day sit down like that *sob*sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Never mind la... have to finish the race...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;GAMBATE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112151305742324643?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112151305742324643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112151305742324643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112151305742324643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112151305742324643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/whew.html' title='WHEW!!!!'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112126006089837686</id><published>2005-07-13T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:07:40.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP</title><content type='html'>Went to my University libary today thinking i could find some info i needed for my FYP. For those of you who still do not know what i'm doing for my final year project, my title is - The biology, ecology and feeding habits of ornamental crustceans. i'm also studying the water quality of Sungai Sarawak Kiri and culturing Macrobrachium (lobsters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went into the library and i couldn't find anything on that so thank God i've already done my research back in Penang. Also luckily got internet. If not, dunno how di! Just finished typing out what my lecturer found missing from the proposal i submitted to him this afternoon so i hope i don't lack anything anymore...which i doubt so la. GTG! got CSI to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: still staying in sarah's house. Apartment still no electricity. Moved half my stuff there already though :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112126006089837686?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112126006089837686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112126006089837686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112126006089837686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112126006089837686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/fyp.html' title='FYP'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112108996433205490</id><published>2005-07-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:52:44.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Songs we can(NOT) sing/play during a wedding”</title><content type='html'>Was talking to Sarah today and I thought this was interesting. She started it andit got the both of us laughing. Thus the title of this time’s blog “Songs we can(NOT) sing/play during a wedding”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Killing me softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2) Tragedy - Bee Gees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3) Recycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4) Please release me - Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5) Tennessee Waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6) I don’t want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7) Exhale (shoop!shoop!) – Whitney Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;8) Yours until tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;9) Everybody’s somebody’s fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got better ones? Add them in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112108996433205490?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112108996433205490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112108996433205490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112108996433205490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112108996433205490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/songs-we-cannot-singplay-during.html' title='“Songs we can(NOT) sing/play during a wedding”'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112108978307185237</id><published>2005-07-11T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:49:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of madness...as always :-)</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6.30 this morning. This was because the sun rises earlier on this side of the country and not because I wasn’t sleepy anymore. We went straight for class without breakfast because we were already late. When Sarah and I reached class there were only 4 other classmates waiting there. Where were they I don’t know…probably still holidaying hehe. So the lecturer came along a little later and conveniently pasted a note outside the classroom saying the first class will start Wednesday. So all of us went for our first breakfast in campus. The food still ok and still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast Sarah and I went to register ourselves at the faculty, Chris went for class and Grace went to get a car sticker for her new car. When we reached the faculty the line that was already there could reach Mars and guess what? It was lengthening! So the both of us thought forget it. We’ll go see our mentors and supervisors first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Dr. Lee whom I also call my Daddy. Ya he’s my father figure when my dad’s not there. He takes care of me and is also very concerned about his mentees. I took my results from him. Turns out I did better this sem and got into the Dean’s list. Been really trying hard to get into the list since the first sem in first year. This is my first time so is really something for me. We discussed a bit about my Final Year Project (FYP) and then we went over to Sarah’s daddy’s place to check out Sarah’s results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled our stuff in campus and then we went over to the college. I finally got my room in the furthest block and the toppest floor. But that didn’t matter. I’m glad I could get a room to myself this time and the apartment is new. My room faces a lot of green so that’s good too. Sarah and Chris are also in the same apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time we found out that Chris’s grandma had passed away at 12pm. So we quickly settled everything at the hostel and went straight back to Sarah’s house. Chris started packing while Sarah and I rushed back to campus on a last minute notice about a meeting with our program head after which we rushed back to fetch Chris to the airport. We went through a little something to get the last minute tickets but we got it all settled fast with God’s grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to Sarah’s house and had dinner and now I’m blogging hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112108978307185237?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112108978307185237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112108978307185237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112108978307185237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112108978307185237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-of-madnessas-always.html' title='Day of madness...as always :-)'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112100290325730587</id><published>2005-07-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:41:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Registration Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the day after I reached Kuching. Couldn’t get to register yesterday so we went to register today. We reached new campus at 1pm after church today. The new campus looked pretty good and so did the new apartments. Everything was new, to cupboards and everything. A new coat of paint, the glass windows and doors and the kitchen cabinet gave the place a fresh look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends and i went in to the place where we thought we could register ourselves. But when we got there we couldn’t even get to the registration desk. To get there we had to cuddle up instead of line up. So imagine. At 1pm, there were ppl crowding together bodies touching each other (sweaty bodies for that fact), the whole college wanting to register themselves (that’s 5 mini colleges with another 5 blocks, each of them) but only 4 attendants at the registration desk…what do we have? HAVOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we wanted to skip all that. We went to play tennis and copy time tables. After that we went to look for complementary subjects that we could take. Not many. After that we went back to try and register. We managed to get to the desk. Sarah got her room and Christine and I got ours. But a problem cropped up. We had a hunch that the attendant at the desk had simply gave us a room so we are going to try again tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!!! Tiring! And I’m seriously tired. Need to poop! Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112100290325730587?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112100290325730587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112100290325730587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112100290325730587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112100290325730587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/registration-day.html' title='Registration Day'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112083580825196732</id><published>2005-07-08T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:16:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day of the hols</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/1600/Copy%20of%20Van_Gogh_Starry_Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1246/200/Copy%20of%20Van_Gogh_Starry_Night.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Woke up this morning really tired from yesterday. Today's plan was to take Danny to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;AIA to get the insurance settled. So we had breakfast at a fairly good Malay stall somewhere along Jalan Irrawadi (got lots of flies though) and went straight to the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Danny couldn't climb the stairs up to the office so i went up. Pressed the number and it read 7011. I glanced at the number screen...no 7011. Not even anywhere near 7000. The number on the screen started with a 2. This is it! This is the end of me. 5000 ppl before me! Then i thought...can't be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Waited for 20 mins and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; MY turn!!! Good. The lady gave me number to the insurance agent danny was looking for. I went back to the car, tried to give a call but had a malay lady speaking to me in a melodic voice. You know what that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;So i went up again for another 20 mins...still no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; I got impatient so i went to an empty desk where a nice personel attended to me. She gave me another number; apparently the number of the place the agent worked at. OK. So i gave it a try. We got through to the person! So that's settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;We went for a movie after that and we watched Initial D. Good movie. I love the fast cars. Jay Chou was as good looking as ever. The movie was comical judging from the laughter from the crowd. Story line is not too bad also. It's worth a watch if you love fast cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;After the show i dropped Danny back to his house and drove back to mine. Had a quick dinner, did some last minute packing, talked to my dad and bro for a while and i was off again to see my cousin who came back from US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Boy was it good to see him. We had a long chat about what happened for the past one and a half yrs since we last saw each other. He's on and off with his current gf, enjoying his life and well... he's good. So many things going on in his life since he went to Pennsylvania. Now he's in New Jersey working as an analyst. Miss him a lot cause i hardly get to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Now i'm back in Danny's house again. It's my last night with him. Will miss him so much when i go back. No one to give me road directions anymore. Must ki ki ku ki ki hehehe. So wish i do not have to go but it's my final year so what the heck. I'll finish my race *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112083580825196732?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112083580825196732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112083580825196732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112083580825196732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112083580825196732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-last-day-of-hols.html' title='My last day of the hols'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112074488242934624</id><published>2005-07-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:01:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i love him</title><content type='html'>I did a few things today. Woke up at 10 something this morn in my boo's house. This is because of the things i had to do the day before. I went down for breakfast. Had a bit of curry mee (only the beehoon of the beehoon mee) and nasi lemak. After that i drove home to help my mom with a few things which again went unappreciated and unnoticed. Then i drove back again to my boo's house to take him to the Dr.'s. He had a sprain the day before while walking back to his college during lunch break. He stepped into a hole on uneven road. So i took him to Tanjung Medical Centre to get an x-ray. After that i took him back to his panel Dr.'s to get his receipt chopped so that he can be waived off expenses. The Dr in that clinic told him that there was a possible fracture so he had to go to a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took him to his panel hospital, Loh Guan Lye Specialist Centre. The Dr. gave him some painkillers and a air cast. He siad there was no fracture but a torn ligamen. The bill came up to RM400 including the x-ray he took from Tanjung. But that didn't matter. As long as we know he's alright. The Dr. asked if my boo was covered by insurance. My boo hadn't been in contact with his agent for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took him back to AIA to check out his problem. By that time it was already 5.30pm. The office was already closed so we went back hometo his house. I dropped him there and rested for 20 minutes while having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i drove back  to take my bath,  change from my lenses to my glasses and  went straight back to his house.Spent quite some time in the bathroom just to let the hot water trickle down my body. It helped me relax for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached my boo's house, i helped him clean up cause the last bath he had was this morning so he didn't smell that good. I put back his cast for him and now i'm sitting on the bed writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boo was really appologetic but i kept saying it's ok. If i love him enough i can do this for him. Help him up when he falls and give him a shoulder to lean on. My experience living with my best friend, Sarah has taught me a lot of things. LOVE is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only worry now is when i go back. Who's gonna take care of him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112074488242934624?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112074488242934624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112074488242934624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112074488242934624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112074488242934624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/because-i-love-him.html' title='Because i love him'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112065733131551825</id><published>2005-07-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:42:11.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Divo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/Gituen/IlDivo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boo just finished downloading the album for me. I think these people have really strong vocals. Their version of the more familiar songs “Unbreak My Heart (Regresa A Mi)” and “My Way (A Mi Manera)” are fantastic! They also did a few other classics and oldies that are special and unique in their own way. Most of Il Divo’s songs are in Spanish but there are a few English ones too. For those who love opera singing and ensembles try listening to this. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand the language. Their voices are over the top! It’s like a Luciano Pavarotti, Andrea Bocelli, and Josh Groban together but guess what? This group is a quartet so imagine the volume and fullness (hehe sounds like advertising for shampoo) of their music. It’s an album worth listening to if you want to feel overwhelmed…at least that’s how I feel when I listen to it *smiles* Plus they're hunks too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112065733131551825?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112065733131551825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112065733131551825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112065733131551825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112065733131551825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/il-divo.html' title='Il Divo'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112057652809752029</id><published>2005-07-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:15:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My past 3 and a half months in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>It’s 3 days til I go back to Kuching. A little reflection on what happened the last 3 and a half months. Aside from the one gathering I had with my ex classmates, my 2 months in industrial training and the time I spent with my boo and my sis, I don’t think it was as worthwhile as I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one, my close friends were bz with one thing or another so we didn’t really spend quality time with each other. By the time LI was over all we wanted to do was spend time with our families, which brings me to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two, my sis was back. She’s the favourite in the family. Smart, pretty, filial…you name it. So, who would want to pay attention to an “Average Jane” like me right? Don’t get me wrong. I love her but, I dunno, I just can’t help but feel favouritism in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And number three, I didn’t get to meet the people I so badly wanted to meet, particularly this one friend of mine. I didn’t understand why for the past 3 months, when I said we could meet up anytime, he didn’t have time to. And when I was 5 days to going back then he calls asking me to go out with him and a couple of friends (which I eventually found out, one of them was his girl). All I wanted was some time with him. We used to be so close and we cared about each other. Now it doesn’t seem as if our friendship is important anymore judging from the way he conveniently brushed our meeting aside. Anyways, I want to get over this. It’s weighing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this cousin of mine who just came back from US. he'll be here for two weeks but i don't know whether i'll be able to meet up with him. hopefully i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t say that I hated my hols because I did spend a lot of quality time with Danny particularly that one week we spent in KL shopping!!! Our time in Perlis was also well spent…saw a lot of new things and visited places. I enjoyed cooking for him cause he always says “Thanks dear…your cooking is really nice ” even though I new very well it sucked. I mean how good can canned food and instant macaroni get right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch up with my best friend’s life and another who just came back from UK.   Both of them broke up with their bfs already and are now more wary with choosing partners in the future hehe. I made new friends when I was doing my LI too. Two of which I still have contact with so I’m proud of that hehe. Met a group of my F6 mates at a bbq party hosted by the one and only Hong Chern Wern. Lucky for us we had Hong. If not we most probably wouldn’t meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot during LI…in and outside lab. Went for a couple of dives so that was fun. How many of us gets to dive with fishes that are 2 meters long and a turtle? I did! Hehe. So I consider myself privileged  (Except for the time the turtle slapped me while trying to feed off the algae I was brushing of the aquarium walls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a lot happened. The good and the not so good. The bad and the not so bad. Sometimes I wish I had spent it more wisely but sometimes I think the past 3 and a half months wasn’t that bad after all. Well, that’s it. Sarah, was this what you wanted? Hehe. Can’t wait to see you guys back there in Kuching. Miss you all loads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112057652809752029?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112057652809752029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112057652809752029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112057652809752029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112057652809752029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-past-3-and-half-months-in-nutshell.html' title='My past 3 and a half months in a nutshell'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112038940623714275</id><published>2005-07-03T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:16:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things, you just can't have</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, things don't go the way you want them to. You wish one thing and you get another. But still you heart does not seem to let go. You lay secretly wishing that things will return back to the way you want it to but you know clearly it won't happen. But still you think there's nothing wrong with wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then better things happen to you. You are happy for a while thinking that you're over with what u had in your heart before. But it's still there...somewhere embedded in you heart. And then you start wishing again hoping that what you wish this time will not hurt you but make you happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112038940623714275?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112038940623714275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112038940623714275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112038940623714275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112038940623714275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-things-you-just-cant-have.html' title='Some things, you just can&apos;t have'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112037275370770609</id><published>2005-07-03T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:39:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The key to my heart...but i'm already taken hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&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/13942411-112037275370770609?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112037275370770609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112037275370770609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112037275370770609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112037275370770609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/key-to-my-heartbut-im-already-taken.html' title='The key to my heart...but i&apos;m already taken hehe'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112037180788815183</id><published>2005-07-03T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:23:27.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, this is getting fun!</title><content type='html'>Boy this is making me feel young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  20  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&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/13942411-112037180788815183?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112037180788815183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112037180788815183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112037180788815183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112037180788815183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/boy-this-is-getting-fun.html' title='Boy, this is getting fun!'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112037135337151500</id><published>2005-07-03T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:15:53.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of those questionaires...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Found this one quite true... what do u guys think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" border cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/peoplesee/serious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&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/13942411-112037135337151500?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112037135337151500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112037135337151500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112037135337151500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112037135337151500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-one-of-those-questionaires.html' title='Another one of those questionaires...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112037035283928185</id><published>2005-07-03T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T13:59:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of kisser are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffa5b2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Part Expert Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/expert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;         You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;         And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;         When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffa5b2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Part Passionate Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/passionate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is about all about following your urges&lt;br /&gt;         If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story&lt;br /&gt;         You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses&lt;br /&gt;         A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out...it's really cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112037035283928185?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112037035283928185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112037035283928185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112037035283928185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112037035283928185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-kind-of-kisser-are-you.html' title='What kind of kisser are you?'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112031968796249018</id><published>2005-07-02T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:56:31.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>in the past two months i've had my laptop crash and my digicam go out of focus. i spent &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM360 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for repairs for the camera and it still came back the same condition it went. this sucks. i mean at least &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;REPAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it for me. i paid a lot for it. it's not a cheap thing and i really need it. going back in 6 days time and i don't think i will get it back in time if i send it back to be corrected again. it took 6 weeks the last time so i'm pretty sure i won't get it back in time. this sucks! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*BLEK*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112031968796249018?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112031968796249018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112031968796249018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112031968796249018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112031968796249018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-me.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112026956873101823</id><published>2005-07-02T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T11:46:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;A friend of mine just did something really important for me yesterday so i thought i'd do something for her and the rest. Thanks for standing by me no matter what and giving me the strength, encouragement and support i needed in times of trouble. This one's dedicated to my soulmate and all my friends somewhere out there... a true friend sticks closer than a brother. You guys sure proved this right. So this one for you all. Enjoy!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithful friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows you as a man of honor&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to know you simply as a friend&lt;br /&gt;You have always taken time to be my brother&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be standing by you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never put you on a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for everything you do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to pray for you and for the ones you love I believe that He will finish all He started in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I will be an open door that you can count on&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, anywhere you've been&lt;br /&gt;I will be an honest heart you can depend on&lt;br /&gt;I will be a Faithful Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of many whose path has been made clearer&lt;br /&gt;By the light you've carried faithfully as a warrior and a child&lt;br /&gt;God has used you greatly to encourage and inspire&lt;br /&gt;And you've remained a true friend all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will never put you on a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we both know all the glory is the Lord's&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there to pray that He will keep you by His grace&lt;br /&gt;And I always will remind you to be seeking His face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/twila-paris-lyrics.html"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/linkus/artlinks/25528.png" style="margin-right: 7px; margin-left: 7px; margin-top: 2px;" alt="Twila Paris lyrics" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/1.gif" alt="Music Lyrics" style="margin-left: 7px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/13942411-112026956873101823?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112026956873101823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112026956873101823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112026956873101823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112026956873101823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/faithful-friend.html' title='Faithful friend'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112022786231147195</id><published>2005-07-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:24:22.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Malaysian blogger are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations Chee Su Yin, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myblogger.kennysia.com/lc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5x Mom&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://chanlilian.net/"&gt;chanlilian.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have a maternal instinct secretly hidden deep inside you. To many people you are this well-meaning, protective mother always readily sacrificing yourself helping others. Unfortunately this sometimes can be seen as nagging or being over-protective. Then you become confused because the person you're trying to help suddenly turned on you. But you are diplomatic and you have the patience to slowly but surely patch up any animosity that may exist between you and your detractors. The best thing about you is that no matter how bad the whole world treats you, you are forgiving and never attempt to hold any grudge inside you. For that, you are golden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://myblogger.kennysia.com/"&gt;Which Malaysian Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&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/13942411-112022786231147195?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112022786231147195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112022786231147195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112022786231147195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112022786231147195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/which-malaysian-blogger-are-you.html' title='Which Malaysian blogger are you?'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-112022662472512842</id><published>2005-07-01T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:03:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electricity woes...</title><content type='html'>well, it all happened yesterday when i was watching tv in the hall. i was enduring the one and only penang annual hot spells when suddenly the light that was left on started flickering. on, off...on, off...then, on, off again. i thought, heck, what on earth is going on?&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got on watching the man on tv cry because he lost he lost his gf (which was actually a guy - he was gay). and then off, on again! at around 7pm, right after i finished my chinese soap, the lights went off again and guess what? yup! it didn't light back!&lt;br /&gt;HECK! i'm going to sizzle and just burn away and no one's gonna find my ashes. i watched helplessly as the fan move slower and slower... i'm gonna die!&lt;br /&gt;my dad called LLN and they came some 15 minutes later... heard one of them say "ini saya boleh buat tapi tak boleh gerenti..." then i saw my neighbour saying something to him and he went "ok ok nanti saya suruh orang datang buat"&lt;br /&gt;and so the lights went back on again.... i managed a bit of Titanic, a couple of comedies and Donald Trump's Apprentic and after that i went to bed. was trying to keep myself so still i wouldn't move a muscle and sweat when the electricity went off again. "ok this time i'm really going to die"&lt;br /&gt;the "orang" came back to "gerenti-ze" the earlier persons work. in the mean time my bf was on his way from his house to save me from my woe. it was midnight already at that time i thought what he did for me last night was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i left together with my boo when he reached. found out that the electricity came back again this morn at 12.30am. but every story got a good side to it. i noticed the neighbours getting together that night and in the wee hours of the morn. they were chatting and laughing as if what was happening didn't affect them much. well guess something's got to bring us together...so why not this?&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-112022662472512842?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/112022662472512842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=112022662472512842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112022662472512842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/112022662472512842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/07/electricity-woes.html' title='Electricity woes...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-111979810780356194</id><published>2005-06-26T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:01:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Was just talking to one of my best friend just now. Her father is really sick with MSA. He used to be the country's javelin thrower and, for a few times, the best. In my heart he still is&lt;br /&gt;    Just a little on how i got to really know him. He is the father to my best friend (i met her on the first day of registeration into UNIMAS, we became roomates and then coursemates and then church mates). My best friend invites me over to her place for weekends. This is so i could easily follow her to church on Sundays. I really thank her for her hospitality because without her i would not have made it to church every week. Anyways, i met her father the for the first time in 2003. And now, 2 years later, he isn't getting any better. It saddens me sometimes just looking at him, the Lun Bawang uncle daddy that gave me a Lun Bawang name - Gituen (star). from shuffling his way through the house to now, being wheelchair bound.&lt;br /&gt;    But the thing that amazes me is the strength the whole family has and how they take care of each other. They make time for each other and pull the other up when the other is down. My best friend goes down to Kuching as often as she can to see her father. Sacrifice after sacrifice the family makes and they do not complain. Although it's plainly difficult and trying they never made it hard to their father/husband lest it should make him sad. The house environment it always cheerful and just like any other family. And uncle himself, wow, i have never seen anyone as optimistic as himself. He prays and reads devotional books everyday without fail. His faith in God is so great i could only wish i could be half as faithful as him.&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways, just wanna make a point that family is important and try to spend as much time as possible with them. Never take them for granted. They are the very and sometimes the only people you can run to in the times of need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-111979810780356194?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/111979810780356194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=111979810780356194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/111979810780356194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/111979810780356194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/06/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13942411.post-111967619032835662</id><published>2005-06-25T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:09:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullo...</title><content type='html'>Hullo...just testing whether i'm there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13942411-111967619032835662?l=plerogyra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/feeds/111967619032835662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13942411&amp;postID=111967619032835662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/111967619032835662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13942411/posts/default/111967619032835662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plerogyra.blogspot.com/2005/06/hullo.html' title='Hullo...'/><author><name>Snowflake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zewL02ZCVA/ToSBlGBoLrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oICBFcC6Wjs/s220/P1070532.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
