<?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-4109858230082736506</id><updated>2011-07-29T13:26:19.262+08:00</updated><category term='kolam'/><category term='art'/><category term='tun jugah mall'/><category term='segi college sarawak'/><category term='deepavali'/><title type='text'>Through My Window</title><subtitle type='html'>~Looking at the world through my eyes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4222117754547312454</id><published>2011-01-27T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:35:39.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while since I've been here. Ever since I discovered Tumblr, I've been more active there. Teehee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the link to my Tumblr page;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manycoloredeyes.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://manycoloredeyes.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-4222117754547312454?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4222117754547312454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4222117754547312454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4222117754547312454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4222117754547312454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-while-since-ive-been-here.html' title=''/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-1126865174344552181</id><published>2010-07-14T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:57:36.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirling~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm soo in love with SS501 again. OMG Young Saeng! Sarang hae yo~~~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VprGHf3-144&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VprGHf3-144&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-1126865174344552181?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/1126865174344552181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=1126865174344552181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1126865174344552181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1126865174344552181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2010/07/fangirling.html' title='Fangirling~~'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8124332517073643498</id><published>2010-06-27T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:21:22.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long time no see. It's been a LOOONNGGG time since I blogged. Haha! No suprise anyway. The only reason I'm blogging again is because someone reminded me of its existence. I have a blog?? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the long absence, many many things happened. A sick sister, joining a musical which all sums to busy busy busy! And I have become more daring and...worldly. Ramona, I open a 6th Mile branch for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty. I've cursed so much that it can last me for a few years or something. But I just can't keep my mouth shut. Sheesh. I respect a friend of mine. She still hold firm to her belief and do not sway. I really wanna be like her. The only sad part about her is she's...from the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so dramatic now. And I don't like it. And I think straight-forwardness is a turn on or something now because in just 2 months, I got hit on by a few guys already. OMG! So if any of you guys are reading this, sorry not interested. You'll only freak me out even more. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh! That's a lot of crap I wrote! And it's not even a quarter! So I'll just stop now. Pfftt~~&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/4109858230082736506-8124332517073643498?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8124332517073643498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8124332517073643498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8124332517073643498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8124332517073643498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see~~'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2484873670867503918</id><published>2010-01-11T05:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:55:59.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Trip - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am currently in my sister's friend's house. It's 5 in the morning, and we all just came back from the after party in SupperClub. And I guess I'm the only one who's common sense is still with me despite drinking 3 shots of vodka lime and whiski+redbull. And also the ONLY one NOT smoking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing was noisy as usual. The only thing good in clubbing in Singapore is that no one smokes inside. Yay! I had fun until I got sick of the song the DJ played. Dang you DJ! Ida and I wanted Lady Gaga's song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think much of what I want to write down here because despite my soberness, I lack sleep. So the big thing that happened today was I met an Israeli guy! Wow! It's hard to meet one knowing our country has no diplomatic ties with Israel. Stupid. Anyway, I now have a tattoo. And it's temporary. Haha!! Hey, a tattoo is a tattoo. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my brain is starting to crash so I'll write more next time. Hopefully...also, typing on a Mac is kinda hard...so not used to it...&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/4109858230082736506-2484873670867503918?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2484873670867503918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2484873670867503918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2484873670867503918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2484873670867503918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2010/01/singapore-trip-part-2.html' title='Singapore Trip - Part 2'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2282959568711285794</id><published>2010-01-09T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:11:38.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Trip - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm blogging again....since my experience here in Singapore is too much to write in Facebook. So here I am in Singapore as a cultural dancer for the&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'Singapore Tat 2 Show'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. And oh gosh, it's so...worldly! Haha!! Like seriously, it's like hardcore tattoo fans and tattoo artists!!! Like, a full-back tattoo, a girl with tattoo on her whole left leg&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; (and the color is soo rich that it looks like stoking or something)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Chris form Miami Ink and Kim from L.A. Ink is only at this show. It's like, an international event yo! There's tattoo artists from Taiwan, Japan, Korea, Thailand, U.S.A. and so on! And since Ida and I were using traditional costume &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Iban, Bidayuh, Orang Ulu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, they were a lot of people taking pictures with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, that aside, here are the random stuffs that came through my mind. Ida bought Coca Cola Zero. It's supposedly zero in calories, fat, sugar, energy. Right...might as well put plain water in there. Since everything is supposedly zero. Did I mention it was sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it was the first time Ida and I in Singapore, we were like &lt;i&gt;'Wah!!'&lt;/i&gt; at almost all the cool things we see here. The show was in this place called Expo and the first thing we saw when we entered was, a snack machine! Yes, the one that's in most of Americans dramas! And we were like...&lt;i&gt;Haaaa *heaven shining*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(BTW this entry is not in chronological order. Because I just write what crosses my mind as I write...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, money. Yeah, Singapore dollar is like more than our RM but since it's kinda like a job, I have a pay. $162.50. And omg, I bought a Charles &amp;amp; Keith sandals which cost $19.90!!! Okay, screw the conversion into RM! I have $100++ so if the stuff cost less than $20, it's cheap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention I almost wanted to have a tattoo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first I wanted one around my left ankle. But then, I might get stoned because it's so obvious and I can't hide it when I to GB. Then I wanted to do it on the upper left arm. Even that, I scratched out. I'm too good-girl to do a tattoo. I think too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I think that's all I want to say...I think. Pictures will be on Facebook, as usual. I didn't take much pictures. My sisters did. And those who wanted to take a picture with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully I'm inspired enough to write the rest of my stay here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(oh ya, I think Vernen is here too? I dunno...hmmmm...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2282959568711285794?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2282959568711285794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2282959568711285794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2282959568711285794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2282959568711285794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2010/01/singapore-trip-part-1.html' title='Singapore Trip - Part 1'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8611996628911477222</id><published>2009-10-16T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:42:09.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='segi college sarawak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deepavali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tun jugah mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kolam'/><title type='text'>Hypopocrite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Stg9siyIJZI/AAAAAAAAAME/rtw0Uj1EVaI/s1600-h/P1010351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Stg9siyIJZI/AAAAAAAAAME/rtw0Uj1EVaI/s320/P1010351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393128389236762002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the final result of the kolam my classmates and I painstakingly did for 3 days. We're so proud of it. I am proud of it. But I can't help but feel sad about it as well. Because this kolam is made out of approximately 100 kg of rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, 100 kg!! How many poor people can we feed with that? How many natural disaster victims can we help? This few months have been hard on countries like Indonesia and such because of typhoons, earthquakes etc and here we are in Malaysia, complaining about rain and the sun and wasting 100 kg of rice for art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things people do for art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a hypocrite when I look at it sometimes. Like, we often say, "Don't waste food!" and voila! I'm wasting it right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite my bitterness towards this, I am very proud of my work. We finished it yesterday evening and already some naughty hands (and idiotic lady) disturbed it! I hate those people! There's a reason why the Tun Jugah management place those lines around it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, another bitterness aside, I would like to wish all those who celebrate Deepavali,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Diwali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8611996628911477222?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8611996628911477222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8611996628911477222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8611996628911477222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8611996628911477222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/10/hypopocrite.html' title='Hypopocrite...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Stg9siyIJZI/AAAAAAAAAME/rtw0Uj1EVaI/s72-c/P1010351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-373650271586708417</id><published>2009-10-12T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:18:08.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush You Crush Me!</title><content type='html'>When I think back at the time when I had crushes on certain boys, it felt so surreal to me. Like, I remember being so dreamy about that one guy that I fantasize about him all the time. Gosh, it feels so creepy to me when I think back but well, girls will be girls. And that feeling called love - more of monkey love - can turn the most logical mind into...something not logical anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I had a crush on someone, the last time was last year. Had a thing for this Korean dude. Wish I can have a special someone now because most of those around me now already have theirs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Yes, I can faintly hear Christine in the background saying what she always say...haha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, I'm being realistic. Having a relationship now will crush me. Because I have a very bad time management and all. Haha. Oh well. I'm only 19...no rush...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again, I can hear Christine in the background..)&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/4109858230082736506-373650271586708417?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/373650271586708417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=373650271586708417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/373650271586708417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/373650271586708417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/10/crush-you-crush-me.html' title='Crush You Crush Me!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3651272142492851725</id><published>2009-09-17T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:24:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX Holic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SrH_W4id5NI/AAAAAAAAALc/28O6nisSCNU/s1600-h/06-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SrH_W4id5NI/AAAAAAAAALc/28O6nisSCNU/s320/06-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382363798283609298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*teh gay-ness!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's my first time blogging about one of my other passion, which is Anime/Manga. So yeah....anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 136 of XXXHolic just came out and oh Watanuki looks so gay!!! Look at the pose! Gosh CLAMP....why must you make him look so gay??? And the whole chapter screams YAOI (japanese for gay) with Doumeki buying groceries for Watanuki then staying over for dinner....*shudders*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's CLAMP we're talking about anyway....they're famous for making yaoi parings....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-3651272142492851725?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/3651272142492851725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=3651272142492851725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3651272142492851725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3651272142492851725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/09/xxx-holic.html' title='XXX Holic...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SrH_W4id5NI/AAAAAAAAALc/28O6nisSCNU/s72-c/06-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-1570207051818624836</id><published>2009-09-07T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:03:03.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not having a man staying with me is kinda hard because there are some things that I am accustomed to have my dad do like plumbing, changing the light bulbs, car stuff etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to get used to all this "vacancies" and try to do it because I know my mum don't know this kinda stuff. Like today, the car tyre went flat when my mum was sending me to college. Of course, I can change it - because I always observe my dad do it when I was young - but I wasn't sure of some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I'm not sure where should I put the jack thingie because the last time I watched and helped my dad changed tyres was on the Pajero. So my mum and I had to wait for my cousin to come and help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he arrived, I helped out to change the tyres also and my cousin was like, "Wah, next time you can help change la." I was like, "I know, but I'm not sure about it. I learn through observing my dad do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had to dirty my hands, I feel satisfied. I dunno why, guess I like to do this kinda stuff. Doing things and get dirty in the process. Maybe that's why I kinda like art. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years passed since Daddy went back, but I still can't really get used to not having him around. Gosh, I'm being emotional. Anyway, I'm also grateful that I have the chance to follow him around and learn a few things from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like changing tyres, knowing most of the roads in Kuching - though I don't really remember the road names but I kinda know how to get to certain places. I told this to Christine and I was shocked to know that she don't even know how to pump petrol, what more to say change a tyre! And to think she went to the drinving workshop and all!! So I am so grateful to Daddy for showing me how to do all this. If he were still around, I bet I'm already driving now but he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. I miss going to places we used to go last time together. Though we always disagree with each other, I learned a lot of things from him. He's a hole in me that can never be filled but that doesn't mean that I'm not moving forward. I am. But it's not wrong to miss him. He's a part of me and it will never go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-1570207051818624836?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/1570207051818624836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=1570207051818624836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1570207051818624836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1570207051818624836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-having-man-staying-with-me-is-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-1166912030020960359</id><published>2009-08-05T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:10:28.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT, HOWT, HAWT!!!</title><content type='html'>It's so HOT, HOWT, HAWT nowadays in Kuching. And to make things worse, there's haze. I went out of the house this morning and instantly, my nose picked up the smoky smell in the air. A.k.a. the haze. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'll be super cranky when someone smokes in front of me. Hello, it's already hazy enough and you want to smoke some more!!! Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this happened last year too, right? I think so. This is like a yearly event for us Sarawakians. How pitiful. The hot weather ain't helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pray for rain to cool the place down but the problem is, when it starts to rain cats and dogs and cows, whatever, we -me especially - will start complaining. Because when it rains, it'll get wet. And I hate it. But no choice ba. It's either rain or shine here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there's a way to have a cool weather WITHOUT getting wet and stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we have winter.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the haze would just go away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the weather will just COOL DOWN!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-1166912030020960359?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/1166912030020960359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=1166912030020960359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1166912030020960359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1166912030020960359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-howt-hawt.html' title='HOT, HOWT, HAWT!!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-7800541643678276770</id><published>2009-08-03T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:13:43.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not here~~</title><content type='html'>I'm not supposed to be blogging right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to be online right now too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have exam at 2pm later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I only started studying like, last night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was so busy last week, I didn't have time to study....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I have the time, I threw it away because I kind of forgot how to study for this kind of subject....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really REALLY hate exams with essays with a lot of marks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more of a practical person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though it's only about 3 hours left for my exam, I don't feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I can't bring myself to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to be here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-7800541643678276770?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/7800541643678276770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=7800541643678276770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7800541643678276770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7800541643678276770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-here.html' title='i&apos;m not here~~'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2230786266046157795</id><published>2009-07-31T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:07:51.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miang! Gatal! Ham sap! Kenja! Pervert!</title><content type='html'>I never knew that the day would come where I would encounter kenja (perverted) policeman. Ok fine, I met some before (thanks to my involvement in the Majlis Raja-Raja) but never like this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the way home with Mary and it was already 1a.m. We were both tired and can't wait togo home. We were both joking and talking to lighten up the mood. We were at the Bulatan Simpang Tiga when we saw a police patrol car. Apa gik, Mary wave at them. Then she told me how she wish they could escort her back home because she have to drive to Tabual Laru alone after sending me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out when she waved at them but oh well, what's done is done. Then, as we were almost near my house, Mary freaked out because the same police patrol car pulled over in front of us!!! Then mula la they come and try to ngurat us. Ask for number and so on. I was so annoyed because my house is just in front of and I'm being held back by two perverted policemen asking for our number!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I gave a false name and my dad's old num. I checked the number and he did message me!! Kenja!! Rawr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like them polices anymore!!! Grrr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2230786266046157795?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2230786266046157795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2230786266046157795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2230786266046157795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2230786266046157795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/07/miang-gatal-ham-sap-kenja-pervert.html' title='Miang! Gatal! Ham sap! Kenja! Pervert!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2329270218131058423</id><published>2009-07-30T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:25:22.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah Praise the Lord!!!</title><content type='html'>I went to bed last night - wait, morning. I slept at 1.30am. Anyway, I went to bed with my mind filled with what-to-buy/do-list when I go college. And as I list down what I wanna buy, I realize that my money might not be enough to buy all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time when I was so tired already, I cried out in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lord, I need money!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then I just went to bed, tired and that cry was forgotten because it sounds so not important and all. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college, expecting to see Jnet, but apparently, she haven't come so I just online. Then it was time to answer nature's call so I went out of the reading room and saw William at the front desk. Apa gik, go and klakar with him la...after that, I wanna go to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'bilik termenung'&lt;/span&gt;, I met my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa gik, bodek la. I said I'm hungry so he brought me to eat bak kut teh nearby. While we were there, he gave me money. Twice as much he ever gave me before. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"no need la. you bring me makan already." &lt;/span&gt;But he insisted and said that I just pay with the money then keep the change. Haha!! This is really 'I belanja with your money' kind of situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bla3....half hour after that, I'm back in the reading, writing this out for the whole world to see because I just realized God answered my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could choose not to come to college or not go to the toilet but I did. And I believe this is all God's doing. So all glory goes to Him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who have been praying for something to happen, be it for a long time already or for a short time, don't be discouraged! If God can answer my very simple prayer, He will definitely answer yours. God ain't deaf. He hears and cares for us so keep your faith people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) God bless you all with happiness!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2329270218131058423?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2329270218131058423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2329270218131058423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2329270218131058423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2329270218131058423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/07/hallelujah-praise-lord.html' title='Hallelujah Praise the Lord!!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-6351454078442636322</id><published>2009-07-30T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:18:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majlis Raja-Raja</title><content type='html'>Being involve as a dancer in the Majlis Raja-Raja (Rulers Conference) is really, really tiring!!! I finally have my time off from it. Even though we're dancers, our original job is a dancer, we are still required to line up at the side of the red carpet to welcome those big shot VVIP a.k.a. the Sultans, TYT and the Agong. Oh, the PM too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, doing line ups is the hardest job ever! Not only we're in heels and full costume (mine being the Orang Ulu costume), we have to wait, wait and wait some more!! And we have to rush, rush and rush all the time!! And the worst part of the job is that the VVIP don't seem to bother about our hardship and some don't even look at us!! But good thing the King and Queen aren't like that. Oh gosh, the Queen is so pretty!! And there's also another lady, I don't know from where but she's the VVIP also, who also very pretty!! Ooops, sidetrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Malaysians being Malaysians, we dancers always have to be in standby mode like air stewardess because all of a sudden, we are required for an event somewhere. Then all of a sudden, they can just cancel the event or they just don't need our help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks when that happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest is also very hard to get. And I think because of this (and also the hot weather), most of the dancers are now sick, with me not excluded. I fell sick last week but at least it was before the VVIP comes but still...doesn't it tell you something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't mind doing all this because hey, when can you see the monarchs here in Kuching besides now? Haha!! But seriously, I'm so glad that they're going home today and tomorrow!!! Then those overflowing amount of police can go back with them and we can all celebrate Kuching Fest happily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only thing I'm gonna worry about is my pay!!! Seriously, this people in-charge better pay me well and fast!!! Grrr....I fell sick for this so I need my reward!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-6351454078442636322?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/6351454078442636322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=6351454078442636322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6351454078442636322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6351454078442636322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/07/majlis-raja-raja.html' title='Majlis Raja-Raja'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3407408275866032429</id><published>2009-07-22T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:12:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riders in the house...</title><content type='html'>Today was the first time I saw police riders EVERYWHERE I go. Seriously! Some more, it seems like they are all gathered at Grand Continental Hotel. A whole lot of them. I think around 100 over...seriously!! I wonder which hole they came out from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case you don't know, this weekend, all the Sultans and the TYT of Sabah are coming to Kuching to have their Majlis Raja-Raja and to merasmikan the new DUN. So when got big shots coming in, then all the 100+ riders come out from the hiding hole la? Cis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be suprise if there's a jam or many sirens blaring starting this Saturday until next Wednesday or so. It's just the Sultan passing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-3407408275866032429?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/3407408275866032429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=3407408275866032429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3407408275866032429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3407408275866032429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/07/riders-in-house.html' title='Riders in the house...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2566457523844259915</id><published>2009-07-07T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:51:00.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon by Brooke Fraser</title><content type='html'>I finally got the new Hillsong United album, Across The Earth, from my sister (via Multiply...) and the first song that appealed to me was Soon. At first, it sounds like some sickly person's song who is ready to go but as I listened to it more and listened to the lyrics, it gave me motivation to persevere to run the race for God. It also made me wonder, what the heck am I doing now that can glorify God? Anyway, enough of my talk. Here's the lyrics. Sorry if there's any error in it coz I just used my ears to get the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brooke Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon and very soon&lt;br /&gt;My King is coming&lt;br /&gt;Robed in righteousness&lt;br /&gt;And crowned with love&lt;br /&gt;When I see Him, I&lt;br /&gt;shall be made like Him&lt;br /&gt;Soon and very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon and very soon&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going&lt;br /&gt;To the place He has prepared for me&lt;br /&gt;There my sin erased&lt;br /&gt;My shame forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Soon and very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with the One I love&lt;br /&gt;With unveiled face I'll see&lt;br /&gt;There my soul will be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Soon and very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Verse 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon and very soon&lt;br /&gt;See the procession&lt;br /&gt;The angels and the elders&lt;br /&gt;'round the throne&lt;br /&gt;At His feet I'll lay my crown, my worship&lt;br /&gt;Soon and very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have not seen Him&lt;br /&gt;My heart knows Him well&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I dunno why I have a thing for Brooke Fraser's song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2566457523844259915?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2566457523844259915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2566457523844259915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2566457523844259915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2566457523844259915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/07/soon-by-brooke-fraser.html' title='Soon by Brooke Fraser'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-1615989212757913176</id><published>2009-06-29T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:33:32.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.O!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so traumatised!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Transformers 2 with my friend Jnet in Star Cineplex. And to reach there, one have to use the lift. And since Medan Pelita was upgraded (except the toilet...wonder if that slipped their mind??), the lift now have CCTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jnet and I was from Giant with a plastic of junk food (like I wanna buy from Star. So expensive!!) and when we entered the lift, as usual, we play around. We laugh, joke around and in the process, I was swinging the plastic around. Hyper ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bla bla bla, we reached the 9th floor, bought our tickets for the 12pm show and went to the hall first since Jnet said it was already open. It was Hall 2. So when went there, the door was open and no one was around so we just hang out first. That's when a man suddenly approached us and asked whether we were the one who used the lift near the snack bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said yes then he was like asking us whether we did any 'perkara yang tidak senonoh' in the lift. Huh?? Then he asked us to follow him down to look at the CCTV record. Mind you, there wasn't anyone around, only us and that guy was very scary looking and in plain clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he kept on interrogating us and we were so confused and I was so scared. Like, a guy suddenly asked us to follow him down and didn't even produce any ID or anything! And what 'perkara tidak senonoh'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we did was joke around in the lift! Cannot ka?? When we asked what did we do, he was like we 'tunjuk2 the bag to the CCTV'. Err...okay, I think I remembered doing that but it was accidental what!!! So we just apologised to get him off our back. And he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of this incident, I feel so traumatised to use the lift in Star. Well, partly because I'm so pissed with that guy! I feel like suing him for 'harassing' two girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, we didn't even plan to go to Star. But Riverside is not showing Transformers so we had to go to Star! Dang!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-1615989212757913176?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/1615989212757913176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=1615989212757913176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1615989212757913176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1615989212757913176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/06/oo.html' title='O.O!!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3155033781435763477</id><published>2009-06-16T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:25:34.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wad'up...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I wrote in this blog. I actually have a lot that I wanna share in here but I'll leave that for later because those entries are (for me) long....so I'll just jump into present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already in my 2nd week of the semester and I got my assignments already. At the start of this semester, I was ecstatic to know that I only have to go to college twice a week (Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday)! So confidently, I said 'yes' to my aunty who wanted me to welcome some big shot in July (since the event is on Monday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, my college just have to ruin it all for me by changing my schedule last minute!!! So instead of only 2 days, it is now 4 days!!! What la!!! I managed to get an exception but only for this week (because I'm involve in the Simposium Budaya which is tomorrow) but now that I remembered my earlier promise for the July event, I now have to strut back into the office and shoot arrows at them for changing my schedule so last minute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello!! You know that class is bound to have so many students, why not split it up BEFORE the semester starts??? Whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That story aside, I was down with mild flu and fever. Though mild flu has no difference what-so-ever with just flu. I had a hard time concentrating yesterday because of the mild fever but thank God for giving those scientist intelligience to create Panadol and flu medicines!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a whole lot better now. My mind isn't as hazy as before. My nose isn't block every now and then. SO yeah, Praise The Lord!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-3155033781435763477?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/3155033781435763477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=3155033781435763477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3155033781435763477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3155033781435763477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/06/wadup.html' title='Wad&apos;up...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-750959166783661940</id><published>2009-05-20T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:09:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZzzZzzz</title><content type='html'>I officially start my holidays today. Wohoo!! But then, I stil have to worry about what to do during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that I am going to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- watch TV (I'm currently following 2 dramas now. I'm back to Spanish drama!! LOL??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- play game (no more Shining Force. It's now Fire Emblem. Gosh, I predict I'll play it for a few rounds this holiday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- read. (I just bought Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice, finally!! Oh, also, I need to catch up on my Bible reading...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what else did I miss? Oh ya, I got 2 weddings to attend, 2 Saturdays in a row, weeks of frustration because I can't drive (now why oh WHY didn't I learn to drive FIRST then study LATER??) so I have to be stuck at home. My only hope are friends who can bring me out but nah, they're busy too (and I'm broke. Bohoo...)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least my holiday is only 3 weeks. 3 weeks past very fast......I hope......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S : I only had an hour of sleep and stayed up the whole night finishing up my assignment, so if I sound cranky, well, you know why...&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/4109858230082736506-750959166783661940?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/750959166783661940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=750959166783661940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/750959166783661940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/750959166783661940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/05/zzzzzzz.html' title='ZzzZzzz'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2055532880973147721</id><published>2009-05-04T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:30:13.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are some random quotes I thought of...randomly...lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;If Jesus is a superhero, them I'm His sidekick!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I feel most beautiful when I am worshiping God. So I'm beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2055532880973147721?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2055532880973147721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2055532880973147721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2055532880973147721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2055532880973147721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-quotes.html' title='Random quotes...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-476263906723703985</id><published>2009-04-21T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:07:41.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LOL-ness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was one of those times when I'm so bored and I randomly visit websites when I stumbled into this cartoons. It's really humorous that I just have to post it up. There are still a lot though. This are just some of the funniest one I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Se1FMs6G3aI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xTi7lbALhtQ/s1600-h/tb20010205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Se1FMs6G3aI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xTi7lbALhtQ/s320/tb20010205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326990018764791202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Se1FM2Q3wgI/AAAAAAAAALE/SUruEKD0xDw/s1600-h/tb20010209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Se1FM2Q3wgI/AAAAAAAAALE/SUruEKD0xDw/s320/tb20010209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326990021276189186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Se1FMtUrJQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ogGRqRTAyTU/s1600-h/Godsgraffiti-20070310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Se1FMtUrJQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ogGRqRTAyTU/s320/Godsgraffiti-20070310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326990018876220674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Se1FMWvyZVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GQfO72bzbY8/s1600-h/Godsgraffiti-20070219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Se1FMWvyZVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GQfO72bzbY8/s320/Godsgraffiti-20070219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326990012815926610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are more these &lt;a href="http://cartoons.crossmap.com/Godsgraffiti.htm"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-476263906723703985?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/476263906723703985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=476263906723703985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/476263906723703985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/476263906723703985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/04/lol-ness.html' title='The LOL-ness!!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/Se1FMs6G3aI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xTi7lbALhtQ/s72-c/tb20010205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4733842323703181279</id><published>2009-04-02T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:27:56.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love letter...</title><content type='html'>I got a 'love letter' for the very first time!!! Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, note the inverted commas people. This letter is from my college regarding my attendance. Oooo....oh well, I expected that anyway. Knowing that class, Advertising Creativity, is a class I dread the most. Why? Not telling. Maybe someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm suppose to write a letter to them, telling them why I was absent so many times. Okay, it was actually 3 times but what the heck. So here are the reasons I crapped into my letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st reason, fatigue. I just came back from KL a few hours before the class so I was tired. No lying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd reason. JLT training. I was camp commandant so I had to stay put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd reason. My favourite reason. Very creatively done. I was absent because I was emotionally unstable due to the fever I contracted a few days earlier &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it's true. The fever part)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and some personal reasons. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which was I was so pissed and annoyed with my lecturer.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I basically didn't lie much in my letter. Just telling them the truth. They better accept my letter! I spent a lot of time thinking of the excuse!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-4733842323703181279?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4733842323703181279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4733842323703181279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4733842323703181279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4733842323703181279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-letter.html' title='Love letter...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8532000341882818236</id><published>2009-03-12T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:38:46.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;In Christ alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I place my trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;And find my glory in the power of the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;In every victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Let it be said of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;My source of strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;My source of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Is Christ alone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8532000341882818236?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8532000341882818236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8532000341882818236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8532000341882818236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8532000341882818236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-christ-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-9013492886917693281</id><published>2009-03-12T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:29:36.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?? Bakhet?? Kenapa??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been hit by the &lt;em&gt;'Why?'&lt;/em&gt; question this week. First was by the cold shoulder someone gave another someone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not telling who)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which shocked me. Why did you do that for? Of course, I don't have the guts to ask so that question to the person so it will be left unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The next &lt;em&gt;'Why?'&lt;/em&gt; question is directed to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WHY must my Illustrator not work when I really, REALLY need it?? Why now?? Why at this time when I finally decide to let go and let You take control of everything?? I try to it understand but You're God. It's impossible for someone like me to understand Your works. So it leaves me to the other option. The very hard and painful one. Trusting You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's really, really hard to trust You knowing that the deadline is like, TOMORROW, and the consequences of not handing in my work scares me. But I know, and I believe that You are the God of miracles!! AMEN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Less than 24 hours left to go and I'm trying hard not to break down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-9013492886917693281?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/9013492886917693281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=9013492886917693281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9013492886917693281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9013492886917693281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-bakhet-kenapa.html' title='Why?? Bakhet?? Kenapa??'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8786674888393663049</id><published>2009-02-19T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:41:26.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The extreme-ness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The thing I really tak puas hati with Kuching is the crazy weather!! (Okay, next to the fact that we're so shopping complex deprived) Anyway, here in Kuching, we're forever summer. And we only have two kinds of weather. Sunny or rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it is sunny, it's so freaking hot!! When it rains, it will rain heavily. So there's no alang-alang weather here. Even if there is, it's seldom. Sheesh, the extreme-ness of the weather. This is what I call, stupid Kuching weather!!&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/4109858230082736506-8786674888393663049?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8786674888393663049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8786674888393663049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8786674888393663049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8786674888393663049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/02/extreme-ness.html' title='The extreme-ness!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8626634658482696461</id><published>2009-02-17T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:10:57.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship is more than a song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually heard this song back in Doulos when I last minute attended one of their youth activities. I only remember to look up for it on YouTube today, finally, and this song really penetrates deep into one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song's title is Clear The Stage by Ross King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6MvZLDBFpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6MvZLDBFpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you think going to church and sing praise &amp;amp; worship is enough. Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is clearly more than a song!&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/4109858230082736506-8626634658482696461?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8626634658482696461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8626634658482696461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8626634658482696461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8626634658482696461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/02/worship-is-more-than-song.html' title='Worship is more than a song...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2179773756247453415</id><published>2009-02-12T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:50:06.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gruesomely fascinating....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I mentioned this before that I started helping out in my mum's clinic. Last time, I freaked out when she stitched a girl's wound. That was because the girl was moving and my mum was trying to stitch the wound and maybe because it was the first time I saw someone stitching a wound in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm helping out today and for some reason, there are 2 patients who needs minor surgery. One is a lady who had a cut on her hand (mind you, it's very deep!!) and the other dude had a lump behind his back that's needs to be removed through surgery. Okay......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Jean (the other girl who's working in my mum's clinic), peeped in to see the whole surgery and all. Oh, since neither Jean or me are qualified nurse, my mum had to call in her good friend dated back from her Normah days to come and help. So it's like watching a mini Grey's Anatomy in my mum's clinic except that it involves non-threatening injuries and there's only two people doing the surgery. My mum and her friend, Aunty Catherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weird thing is, I don't freak out much like last time. I actually watched the whole thing and even took some pictures! But for the dude case. The lady with the cut was too bloody and I didn't dare to sneak in to take my mum's phone. Teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures...(I'm not responsible if anyone faint or puke or anything when looking at this pictures!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR17BjteI/AAAAAAAAAJk/chlyQL0yyJU/s1600-h/DSC05143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR17BjteI/AAAAAAAAAJk/chlyQL0yyJU/s320/DSC05143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301811910652704226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR2FGMtII/AAAAAAAAAJs/zuSZBWPRAqI/s1600-h/DSC05144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR2FGMtII/AAAAAAAAAJs/zuSZBWPRAqI/s320/DSC05144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301811913356522626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR2DfgXzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uJIlk8q3X2k/s1600-h/DSC05145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR2DfgXzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uJIlk8q3X2k/s320/DSC05145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301811912925798194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Aunty trying to get the foreign object out of the dude's back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR2fXdvZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5oIfrL9xbJg/s1600-h/DSC05147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR2fXdvZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5oIfrL9xbJg/s320/DSC05147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301811920408264082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The foreign object all mashed up...yuck!! It smells like chicken poop! Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR2Fn6B6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D3GPuRtxUCE/s1600-h/DSC05146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR2Fn6B6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D3GPuRtxUCE/s320/DSC05146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301811913497905058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that came out of the boy's back, well half of it. When asked, my mum said it's actually a kind of pimple. O.O!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O...kay....yeah, the wonders of science and medicine and definitely, the wonders of GOD!!!&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/4109858230082736506-2179773756247453415?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2179773756247453415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2179773756247453415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2179773756247453415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2179773756247453415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/02/gruesomely-fascinating.html' title='Gruesomely fascinating....'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SZPR17BjteI/AAAAAAAAAJk/chlyQL0yyJU/s72-c/DSC05143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8589533852488456957</id><published>2009-02-09T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:27:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UN Grant??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yerr...I just received the weirdest e-mail EVER!! I was just checking my hotmail account, deleting irrelevant things like facebook and friendster updates when I stumbled upon a mail sent by the United Nation Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right. From the UNITED NATION FOUNDATION and the e-mail was UN GRANT DONATION. Okay fine, donation. Maybe for the Palestine country or other poor countries. Not that I have money to donate but it's not wrong to read it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I opened it and the contents blew me away!!! It says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From:                                                                        &lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;amp;postID=8589533852488456957" id="P___1941230606" webimdisplaystyle="inline" style="display: none;" /&gt;                     &lt;b&gt;United Nation Foundation.&lt;/b&gt; (esterp@infomed.sld.cu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;UN Foundation Grant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is to notify you that you have been chosen as one of the&lt;br /&gt;finalrecipients of a Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Grant/Donation for your personal&lt;br /&gt;development.you wereselected among&lt;br /&gt;the beneficiaries to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; receive the sum of US$500,000.00&lt;br /&gt;(FiveHundred Thousand United States Dollars) as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;developmental aid from the UNFoundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Please contact.ITIL Foundation secetary- MR Mendy Blakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Email: mendyblakess@live.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;0.0!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WHAT????!!!! What do I look like??? A girl who lack of personal development?? Puh-lease la!! Yeah, and there's even some typo errors there!! And why in the world would I ask the UN out of ALL PEOPLE to help me??? Sheesh la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all just TOO WEIRD la...I wonder if this a virus or something...hmmm...okay, now I'm scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8589533852488456957?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8589533852488456957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8589533852488456957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8589533852488456957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8589533852488456957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-grant.html' title='UN Grant??'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-1550103498383453781</id><published>2009-02-06T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:09:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-time job...and blood...</title><content type='html'>I am now working another part-time job and am no more working in 5 Loaves Cafe. Sad but what to do...my studies are top priority. Anyway, now I'm working (ironically) as my mum's nurse in her clinic since she's short of hands. So I started 'working' last night and the first patient to come in was a little girl with a cut on her forehead because she fell off the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mum tried to put a plaster on the cut but it was quite hard since the cut was quite big and if my mum just put a plaster, the cut will heal longer and the poor girl will have a big, visible scar on her forehead. So my mum had to use the next option. Stitiching up the cut. O.o!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part when I start to freak out. Good thing the girl's mother is a nurse (I think. Judging from her clothes...) because there aren't any trained nurse around. So anyway, it was soo freaky to see my mum stitch the wound! I can't even stand to see her draw blood from my arm last time, what more to say about stitching someone's forehead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I regret not helping my mum out much last time because if I did, at least I can remember the medicines or whatever medical stuff she has. Then it'll be really cool but nooo....I didn't!! Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-1550103498383453781?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/1550103498383453781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=1550103498383453781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1550103498383453781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1550103498383453781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-time-joband-blood.html' title='Part-time job...and blood...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-7855529848670926394</id><published>2009-01-29T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:34:45.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitressing.....at 5 Loaves Cafe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I started to work in 5 Loaves Cafe today &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the same place where &lt;a href="http://scribblesofagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt; is working at)&lt;/span&gt; and gosh I did so many blunders!!! A waitress' nightmare!!! Wrong orders &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, I was confused out of ALL TIMES!!!)&lt;/span&gt;, forgot to give orders etc...simply put, so memalukan and I totally menyusahkan the other workers because of my blunders! Good thing it was raining &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and it still is now...sheesh...)&lt;/span&gt; so there's not many customers...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But there's also a brighter side of the picture. Although I trouble them &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mostly will be Kak Ju, the drink-maker)&lt;/span&gt; and also some customers...a lot...they were patient with me and tegur me in a mild way...hehe...and I also got a tip! But 50 sen only la..haha!! Better something than nothing right??&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;a href="http://scribblesofagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt; is more experienced in all this, she became my so-called senior and bullied me to serve most of the customers. Haha! Normal la...if I were her, I would do that to...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, there was something unexpected I had to do there also. I thought for once. I can just be a waitress and not have anything to do with designing but noooo...I had to do/design the opening hours sign. With the help of &lt;a href="http://scribblesofagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt; and err...Del &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think that's her name...)&lt;/span&gt;. Even with limited materials, we still managed to pretty the sign up and all...sadly, pictures with &lt;a href="http://scribblesofagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So if the sign is up and anybody insults it, siap kau!! I put cockroach in your drink later!! LOL!! No la, later Kak Ju will chase after me...haha!!&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/4109858230082736506-7855529848670926394?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/7855529848670926394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=7855529848670926394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7855529848670926394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7855529848670926394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/01/waitressingat-5-loaves-cafe.html' title='Waitressing.....at 5 Loaves Cafe....'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4089812873752761107</id><published>2009-01-26T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:54:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by 'tag queen' Christine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RANDOM FACTS :&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name: Guinevere Aring Pakar&lt;br /&gt;002. Nicknames: Guin, Gwen, Guinee, Aring&lt;br /&gt;003. Married: Nope&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign: Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female: Female&lt;br /&gt;006. Age: 18 going on to 19.&lt;br /&gt;007. High school: SMK Batu Lintang&lt;br /&gt;008. College: Segi College&lt;br /&gt;009. Residence: Supreme Gdn&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color: Black, very dark brown...err...black...&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short hair: Short&lt;br /&gt;012. Smoke: No way!&lt;br /&gt;013. Drink: Not to the point of getting drunk&lt;br /&gt;014. Available: Hehe...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you a health freak: No&lt;br /&gt;016. Weight : 52kg the last time I checked...&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush?: Now? Hmm...nope...&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself: Harus!! XD&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: Used to...&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: Nope..&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty: Righty...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;022. First surgery: never had one...i guess...&lt;br /&gt;023: First piercing: ears but dun have 'em anymore...&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend/s: Yvonne..&lt;br /&gt;025. First award: Err...can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;026. First memory: ...???&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet: Cats!&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation: miri? bintulu? sibu? hmmm...either one of those...&lt;br /&gt;029. First concert: can't remember which one came first, either planershakers or battle of the bands...&lt;br /&gt;030. First crush: kindergarten? primary school? wait, i'm sure it's primary!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;031. Last time you went out: Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;032. Last time you had a good time: Saturday...again...lol...&lt;br /&gt;033. Last time you cried: somewhere last week.&lt;br /&gt;034. Last award: err....some GB award I guess...&lt;br /&gt;035. Last trip abroad: Brunei which was a long, looonnnggg time ago...&lt;br /&gt;036. Last concert: err...dat australian dude in ACS i guess....&lt;br /&gt;037. Last album you bought: ....&lt;br /&gt;038. Last song you played: heart of worship... :P&lt;br /&gt;039. Last phone call: Bulan....&lt;br /&gt;040. Last laugh: just now...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PICK ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;041. Summer or winter: summer!&lt;br /&gt;042. Rainy or sunny: sunny. i totally HATE rainy days!!&lt;br /&gt;043. Britney or Christina: Christina...&lt;br /&gt;044. TV or YouTube: TV!!&lt;br /&gt;045. Oprah or Tyra: Tyra I guess...&lt;br /&gt;046. McD’s or KFC: McD's!&lt;br /&gt;047. Soccer or tennis: tennis..&lt;br /&gt;048. New york or San Francisco: Kuching...LOL...those place are so crowded...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: not now..&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: my saliva...&lt;br /&gt;051. Wearing: jeans and a t-shirt...&lt;br /&gt;052. Im about to: watch TV, find food to eat...&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: Circle of Life...haha...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES :&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;054. Food: Ikut mood &amp;amp; tempat...&lt;br /&gt;055. Drinks: Again, ikut mood &amp;amp; tempat...&lt;br /&gt;056. Colors: purple, blue...&lt;br /&gt;057. Numbers: never tot of it...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids: yep...twins perhaps...haha...&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: a girl's dream yo!! of course!&lt;br /&gt;060. Life: is great!! XD&lt;br /&gt;061. Goals: able to animate reina's katelion and open up an animation studio?&lt;br /&gt;062. Where will you live: somewhere peaceful...&lt;br /&gt;063. Buy a house: oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;064. Buy a car: oh YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PARENTS :&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;066. Love your mom?: yes!&lt;br /&gt;067. Love your dad?: yes!&lt;br /&gt;068. Are they still together?: dad went back already....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER? :&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses: hugs! but kisses are good too...&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: taller!!&lt;br /&gt;071. Lean or plump: lean..&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous...&lt;br /&gt;073 . Nice stomach or nice arms: ....both....&lt;br /&gt;074 . Sensitive or loud: i'm already loud!!&lt;br /&gt;075 . Hook-ups or relationships: relationships..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;076. Bungee-jumped: cool! no...&lt;br /&gt;077. Shook hands with someone important: alfred jabu but maybe i shook hands with pipel more important than him...can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: eewwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles: if the foam on teh tarik is considered bubbles than yeah...&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts: yes...both glasses and contacts...&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: nope...&lt;br /&gt;082. Liked someone younger: yes..&lt;br /&gt;083. Older: yes...&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone’s heart: yep!&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested: no..&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned someone down: yes!!&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: yes...so inhumane not to cry la...&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend: yeah...it happens&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself: most of the times...&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: yes. it's everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: yes...no...ermm...&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: yes!!&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa clause: what am i? a 3 year old?? of course not!!&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date: eee NOO!&lt;br /&gt;095. the more you hate, the more you love: life isn't hollywood...&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: yes, they exist...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with you right now?: no...&lt;br /&gt;098. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at a time?: never!!&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God?: yes!!&lt;br /&gt;100. Will you tag 10 people to continue this game: tag, yes but not to 10 people though...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Chiharu&lt;br /&gt;Reina&lt;br /&gt;Wendy&lt;br /&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;Samuel&lt;br /&gt;Natasia&lt;br /&gt;Bie @ Ruby&lt;br /&gt;Cerise&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...Ok...that's 10 people...my bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-4089812873752761107?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4089812873752761107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4089812873752761107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4089812873752761107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4089812873752761107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-tag-queen-christine.html' title='Tagged by &apos;tag queen&apos; Christine...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8399948336618585921</id><published>2009-01-18T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:31:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's my first post in 2009 and I have no idea what to blog about. Well, there's a lot actually like the flood, school and all but I'm unusually busy now so I'm not sure when I'll have the time and mood to blog...hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8399948336618585921?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8399948336618585921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8399948336618585921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8399948336618585921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8399948336618585921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-my-first-post-in-2009-and-i-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-5235926529988040992</id><published>2008-12-31T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:06:08.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve in Gatto Grasso...</title><content type='html'>It's New Year's Eve and unlike my usual routine of attending the NYE church service, I spent my time in Gatto Grasso (opposite of Hilton Kuching) with my sister. I'm still here btw...which reminds me, I also celebrated NYE in National Service last year. Not a good memory to think back because the food was so awful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went here because my sis wanted to try the pizza here. So here we are, listening to remixed retro songs and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was also the first time I tried drinking cocktails!! Margarita and Long Island. And honestly, they both taste almost the same. Alcohol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Another funny thing! I was kinda bored just now and I decided to make a paper crane...ok, maybe it's was actually a tissue crane. LOL! And apparently the chef got hold of it and 'returned' it to me with a compliment dish! LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285968199843031042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SVuIEk2nqAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/64lerE_tUeY/s320/Image1763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The compliment dish with my crane...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they also gave us a bag of freebies coz I guess we looked like we're staying for the countdown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285968209004104098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SVuIFG-yiaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oGd13wtMq4U/s320/Image1764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A mask, the streamers thingie, a clapping-toy thingie, the annyonig horn thingie and yeah...that's all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies again for the lack of pictures but this is all I can take. I don't own a camera phone and my sister's digital camera is not feeling so well so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR'S ALL!! HAVE A BLESSED YEAR AHEAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-5235926529988040992?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/5235926529988040992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=5235926529988040992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/5235926529988040992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/5235926529988040992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve-in-gatto-grasso.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve in Gatto Grasso...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SVuIEk2nqAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/64lerE_tUeY/s72-c/Image1763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2947999009978994290</id><published>2008-12-31T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:59:34.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh bye 2008....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a few hours, 2008 will end. Many things happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting up a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my SPM result and entering college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs in my spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the 'Cuti-cuti Malaysia' by going to KK and Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on-board MV Doulos after 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced and sang in tHe Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined caroling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I thanked God for but most importantly, I thank Him for being with me the whole year, through my ups and downs. Thank you Lord and as I enter a new year, guide me and open my eyes and hearts to new things.&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/4109858230082736506-2947999009978994290?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2947999009978994290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2947999009978994290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2947999009978994290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2947999009978994290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/12/buh-bye-2008.html' title='Buh bye 2008....'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-7759242795474986245</id><published>2008-12-22T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:44:49.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Christine...again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. The person who tag/pass you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christine the Mort...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best friend, twins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curly hair, rasa cute, Paramore fan, fashionable and err...I dunno...haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving her handphone!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yerr....why so cheeesie one this tag! I can't remember....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. If she/he become your lover you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say what???!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, the thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She won't be my lover so I won't answer this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. If she/he your enemy, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not talk to her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for her/him now is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No idea...talk to her I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My best friend...don't that sum it all up? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A living machine gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always very joyful!!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14. On the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prostination....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you wana be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jesus!!! Oh yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. For the people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for bearing with me and for all your support and etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2) Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) Samuel Kana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4) Samantha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5) May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6) Chiharu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7) Natasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8) Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9) Larry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10) Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. Who is no.6 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Male&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're both girls and they don't know each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21. What is no. 2 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Architecture if I'm not mistaken....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year. LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;23. What kind of music does no. 8 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;24. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yep, a younger sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;25. Will you woo no. 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;26. What about no.7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yerr!!! So not!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27. Is no.4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;May Chong Su Ling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;29. What's the hobby of no.10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Writing down her stories I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30. Does no.5 and no.9 get along well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They don't know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Limkokwing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;32. Talk something casually about no.1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She cool!!!! My ah che ma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no.6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The only feelings I develop for no. 6 is admiration. No more, no less...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;34. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BDC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;35. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ermm...black? White? haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;36. Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;37. Is number 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......Next!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;38. What is no.6 doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-7759242795474986245?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/7759242795474986245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=7759242795474986245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7759242795474986245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7759242795474986245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-christineagain.html' title='Tagged by Christine...again...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4457526397311770346</id><published>2008-12-10T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:55:10.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber busy week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I now know why God wanted me to go to Youth camp. It was for relaxation...well kinda...coz right after camp, I seem to have practice on EVERY night in church!! Well, except for Friday night but who knows...maybe something will suddenly pop up and my Friday night will be busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so busy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all practice for the performance in Spring this Saturday. Monday evening was my tambourine practice, Tuesday and Thursday caroling practice and Wednesday, a last minute combine Youth-BB practice...sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to caroling, I have to sacrifice the practice in St. Thomas this Thursday for the Festival of Praise next year...sigh...oh well...hopefully there are other practices around....&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/4109858230082736506-4457526397311770346?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4457526397311770346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4457526397311770346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4457526397311770346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4457526397311770346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/12/uber-busy-week.html' title='Uber busy week...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-5138407264206141093</id><published>2008-12-05T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:10:59.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever thought of being a reporter, journalist or a newscaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought you can do better than our local reporter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think no more! You can now do all that because SEGi College is offering Diploma in Mass Communication!! Our mass comm students are one of a kind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's proof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVp7oq3IARQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVp7oq3IARQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't hesitate anymore!! Come to SEGi and take up this course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Doing free advertisement for SEGi. Whatever! Gosh, the mass comm students are the craziest batch of students in my college. The video is living proof.&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/4109858230082736506-5138407264206141093?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/5138407264206141093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=5138407264206141093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/5138407264206141093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/5138407264206141093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/12/mass-communication.html' title='Mass Communication'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8406395094102327105</id><published>2008-12-05T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:04:31.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sesat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I'm suppose to finish up my work now because I'm suppose to hand it in during lunch time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the heck am I blogging now???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@%#$^$%U*%^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh whatever...back to work liao...&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/4109858230082736506-8406395094102327105?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8406395094102327105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8406395094102327105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8406395094102327105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8406395094102327105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/12/sesat.html' title='sesat!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4889789059506831924</id><published>2008-12-02T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:48:09.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Sam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;According to your age (18), list down the number of things that most people don't know about you. And then tag 5 people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;1) I wake up 5.30AM everyday to pray &amp;amp; read the Bible. (seriously!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;2) My room or any space that belongs to me looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ramin pangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; (bidayuh for pig sty. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;3) I have a crush on ****...don't ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;4) I can't remember people's name that well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;5) I write my own stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;6) I do not have a house phone...haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;7) I like Rascal Flatts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;8) I miss my dad...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;9) I miss my sister who is happily enjoying herself in Australia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;10) I can't cook! Well, only simple stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;11) I really want a laptop right now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;12) I have a whole cupboard full of comics. (courtesy of Kiel-nee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;13) I have the whole collection of Detective Conan comics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;14) I like reading classic books. Eg; Sherlock Holmes, Dracula etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;15) I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; smokers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;16) My right shoulder is lower than my left...slightly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;17) I like sour stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;18) I'm actually a quiet person...if you don't trigger my hyperness...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to tag but Christine is a must!! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-4889789059506831924?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4889789059506831924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4889789059506831924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4889789059506831924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4889789059506831924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-sam.html' title='Tagged by Sam...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8902355618166173873</id><published>2008-12-01T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:22:18.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eXTENSION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I made another blog specially for my overly creative brain. As in, for my random sketches and my stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The link is available in my 'Links' page (DUH!!) under the name nAMI wORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4109858230082736506-8902355618166173873?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8902355618166173873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8902355618166173873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8902355618166173873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8902355618166173873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/12/extension.html' title='eXTENSION!!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4283162354378688195</id><published>2008-11-29T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:20:55.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorist..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Terrorist terrorist terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the main theme in the papers these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombing attack in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The siege in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Where's the peace and the love yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...well, I just pray that none of my loved ones will be caught in this terrorist thingie and that there will be no terrorist attack what-so-ever here in Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough trouble dealing with my life and I do not want some extremist adding more pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist. How I despise that word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-4283162354378688195?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4283162354378688195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4283162354378688195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4283162354378688195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4283162354378688195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/11/terrorist.html' title='Terrorist..'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-5025500009580672675</id><published>2008-11-19T10:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:33:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madagascar 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I went out last night to watch Madagascar 2 (or locally known as, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Madah Gas Ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Madah Gas Kereta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Get it?) with my normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;tengok wayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; gang (Ronald, Pam, Raymond and the Dior siblings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SSN1dqR6xRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3K-T1hsSNaM/s1600-h/madagascar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SSN1dqR6xRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3K-T1hsSNaM/s320/madagascar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270185141379712274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Raymond picked me up, as always, and we arrived at Star earlier than the lovebirds and the siblings. Yadi yadi yada, we watch the 9.15pm show and entered the cineplex at 9 something. Since the show haven't start, what else is there to do but talk. I was sitting in between Pam and Christine so I was chatting with Christine about the camp the day before and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ceridak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; incident she went through. Just as I was talking halfway, BAM! My chair fell. Yes, you read that right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY CHAIR FELL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Argh!!! I was so shocked that the first word that came out of my mouth so loudly was SH*T! When I realized what I was saying, I quickly covered my mouth. Commotion man!! Everyone was looking at me but I don't care about them. All I care about is my chair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I was saying things loudly like, "I don't like this place!" and "Stupid Star!!" and etc etc...Pam and Chris tried their best to help me fix that darn chair but couldn't work. So, we sent Ronald to find the guy at the door to fix the chair. For the meantime, I sat next to Raymond, who kept laughing at me, and told me that if the chair can't be fixed, I had to seat at the back, ALONE! Thankfully, the chair was fixable so I returned to my seat, thank the guy who 'repaired' my chair, sat back, relax and enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing this all happen BEFORE the show started! Phew! And also, this happen when I'm out with this group of people, NOT my girlfriends (aka Syl, Sharon, Ruby). Because even though Raymond kept on laughing and 'thanking' me for the pre-movie entertainment, I had no ill feelings of extreme humiliation. But if I were to be with the other group, maybe I will. But that's just a maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna review this movie because it'll take the fun out of it so go watch it yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, after the movie, we all went to Jalan Song to eat and I saw the making of Twilight. You know, that uberly famous Stephanie Meyer's book. After seeing the making and little bits and pieces of the movie, I doubt I'll like it or even watch it. It all looks so cliche to me. No offense to the fans reading this out there but I just don't feel the interesting-ness and uniqueness of the story. Oh well, everybody has different opinions no?&lt;br /&gt;&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/4109858230082736506-5025500009580672675?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/5025500009580672675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=5025500009580672675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/5025500009580672675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/5025500009580672675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/11/madagascar-2.html' title='Madagascar 2'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SSN1dqR6xRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3K-T1hsSNaM/s72-c/madagascar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2452164907301345092</id><published>2008-11-17T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:43:22.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GB+BB camp 2008 (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Kuching after 3 days in the 'wilderness'! Yerr...haha!! Well, not really but kinda anyway...for 3 days and 2 nights (15 - 17 Nov, 2008), the 2nd Kch Girls' Brigade (GB) and 3rd Kch Boys' Brigade (BB) had a combine camp in Eagle's Wings, Lundu. It's a private farmhouse with a stream behind it (which the boys dub as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Longkang&lt;/span&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I put this as part 1 because I just got back a few hours ago and there's a lot of stories during the 3 days but for this part, I'll just do it quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the FIRST camp where we combine with the BB so it was kinda cool.  18 girls and 7 boys went for the camp. Sad ho, the amount of guys but despite that, we still had lots of fun!! Like duh!! It's impossible &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to have fun in camp. I can't imagine a camp without any fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of ideas on what to write. Well, I'll just write them out in part 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2452164907301345092?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2452164907301345092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2452164907301345092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2452164907301345092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2452164907301345092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/11/gbbb-camp-2008-part-1.html' title='GB+BB camp 2008 (Part 1)'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8290173699623662894</id><published>2008-11-14T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:59:37.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elipsis</title><content type='html'>I'm down in the dumps...again...so many things to do and think about but so little time. Sigh...procrastination. I really hate that word! As much as I hate my dog and those who nag at me, as if I'm dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading an article written by a love one, reminiscing the events that had occurred in my life this past few years and reading a good friend's blog struck two words in my head. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those three cases above, moving on is really the 'theme'. And it just reminds me how hard and long it took me to forgive myself and move on last year. Yeah, I look strong on the outside but fragile in the inside. And that is why I call myself an introvert. Coz I normally keep things to myself. Bad habit! Second to my procrastinating habit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, in case you're wondering what elipsis means, it's actually a term used to call the three dots thing (no, not that shop in Spring!). As in this, ..., is called elipsis. Get it? Yes? No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8290173699623662894?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8290173699623662894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8290173699623662894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8290173699623662894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8290173699623662894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/11/elipsis.html' title='elipsis'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-5031971159504030523</id><published>2008-11-10T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:37:03.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 and going...</title><content type='html'>Gosh! This year, I celebrated my birthday with a very big twist! At first, my mum kept on bugging me, asking when I want to have a party and all. Of course, I had no mood to hold a party because it's just too troublesome and I'm just plain lazy to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday came, the eve of my birthday. I stayed back after youth to help Ruby and the gang paint the flag for our camp this weekend. Out of the blue, Ruby ajak me to go Spring, saying that it's my birthday and she's gonna chia me ice-cream. I just said okay but then, it started to rain very heavily! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ruby asked Micheal if he can send us to Spring after the flag is done and told him that it's my birthday. The next thing I know, Micheal contacted the Dior siblings and Franklin, asking them to come by to Spring to have my birthday makan2! Frank can't come though due to studies and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Manhattan Fish Market. Me, Ruby, Micheal, Thomas, Ronald, Pamela, Christine and Calvin. Gosh! I totally didn't expect do many to come!! I mean, the were the last people in my mind to celebrate my birthday with (with the exception of Christine and Ruby)!! No offense to the others, but seriously la...I always thought of celebrating my birthday with my girlfriends and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really blessed me that Sunday because I got and unexpected birthday treat beramai-ramai in Manhattan Fish Market! Thank you all for making my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you especially to Micheal for treating me and calling the others to come along despite being tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you Christine for coming even though you have to study...and also coming to Spring in one piece...LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-5031971159504030523?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/5031971159504030523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=5031971159504030523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/5031971159504030523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/5031971159504030523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/11/18-and-going.html' title='18 and going...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-1874105367352842943</id><published>2008-11-07T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:50:41.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTF!$@#%@%!!!</title><content type='html'>My mum added me in Facebook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUM&lt;/span&gt; added &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that possible????? Dang!! Now I regretted telling her about it and taking my sister's picture from it!! NOOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-1874105367352842943?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/1874105367352842943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=1874105367352842943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1874105367352842943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1874105367352842943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/11/omgwtf.html' title='OMGWTF!$@#%@%!!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8935278011033522698</id><published>2008-11-04T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:33:29.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>Here's what I discovered today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There's a secret elevator in room 301 (?) [source:janet who heard it from julian]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Room 406 is haunted and there's a talisman behind the door. [source:also from janet who heard it from julian]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The CCE room in the lobby has a trapdoor but when open it's flooded with water. [source:again, from janet who heard it from julian]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ning's Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nigel's middle name is Ubong. He's 19 and an Iban from Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Che has family and financial problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Janet met her bf when she was in F6 and he was F1 or F2.&lt;/strike&gt; O.O Okay, that cannot happen coz Janet's 20 and her bf is F5 this year...hmmm...that's means she's F5 when she met him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Will.I.Am is 28 and he's birthday is on the 3rd of Nov...wait, that was yesterday's news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Budgeting for my food is very, VERY tough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Raymond is very active in Facebook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Larry actually cares about my status change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The admin copied the WRONG book and I wasted RM18 on a book I don't really need!! Stupiak people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8935278011033522698?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8935278011033522698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8935278011033522698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8935278011033522698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8935278011033522698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/11/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3448775865694892305</id><published>2008-11-04T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:41:39.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMKBL 5D(2007) - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is the continuation of my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my class photo for 2007 and I was like..ooo..look at all those crazy faces last time.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SQ_r3_4qGUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HhiQTkh40m0/s1600-h/img027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SQ_r3_4qGUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HhiQTkh40m0/s320/img027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264685836693805378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the formal picture of our class. I'm in the front row, 3rd from the left btw...oh the days when I had had long hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SQ_r4OeCZgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OnJ9G6P4yEY/s1600-h/img028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SQ_r4OeCZgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OnJ9G6P4yEY/s320/img028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264685840608683522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is the not-so-formal picture of my crazy class. I bet you're wondering what's with that pose I'm doing. Well, the guy next to me is my class monitor &lt;strike&gt;lizard&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;cheeky&lt;/strike&gt; Chai Wen Cheng. When the photographer (I think was Cikgu &lt;strike&gt;Penyu&lt;/strike&gt; Chai) told us to do free pose, mula la I want to pose when all of a sudden, Wen Cheng poked me and my reflex took over. So I wanted to hit him when the photographer took the pic. So yeah, that's how I ended up having a very weird pose. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I showed the formal picture of my class to my friend, Ivan and he was like, why you look thinner now? Huh?? What?! Gosh! And to think I gained weight and my own family members say that I've grown a little chubbier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Pictures can add extra fat to you!&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/4109858230082736506-3448775865694892305?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/3448775865694892305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=3448775865694892305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3448775865694892305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3448775865694892305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/11/smkbl-5d2007-part-2.html' title='SMKBL 5D(2007) - Part 2'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SQ_r3_4qGUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HhiQTkh40m0/s72-c/img027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4330947669714699487</id><published>2008-11-01T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:58:13.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMKBL 5D (2007)</title><content type='html'>OMG! I was just being bored so I went to YouTube and search for any videos related to my former school, SMK Batu Lintang, and I found this video!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt6dMhBfy4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt6dMhBfy4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a video of my class and from the looks of it, I guess it's when we were busy trying to wrap our tables nicely. Haha!! The good old crazy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who did this video though but I really appreciate him/her for spending time to do this kind of things. Suddenly I miss being in school again...the uniforms, the rules, the craziness that my college can't replace..yerr...so nostalgic pulak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-4330947669714699487?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4330947669714699487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4330947669714699487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4330947669714699487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4330947669714699487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/11/smkbl-5d-2007.html' title='SMKBL 5D (2007)'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4236296781623780067</id><published>2008-10-31T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:46:19.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of 2007 and 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh dang!! I was so inspired (okay, it was more of induced inspiration) to write and I managed to get my brain juices pouring again despite the coldness and the numbness of my fingers. I borrowed Ning's laptop since he just left it open on the table and disappeared so I took the liberty of using it to listen to my songs and eventually, wrote down some part of my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited that I managed to write 2 pages filled with 818 words in an hour, I was practically pumped up to continue writing once I get home just to discover...the file could not open! WHAT?? NO WAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when your friend's OS is Vista and it uses Microsoft Word 2007 while back home, you're a few generation behind. (Windows XP with Microsoft Word 2003) Sheesh!! So troublesome!! All because of the extension with an additional X behind it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to hunt for a computer which uses Words 2007 to copy my hard-earned work before I could actually continue my work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of time!!&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/4109858230082736506-4236296781623780067?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4236296781623780067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4236296781623780067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4236296781623780067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4236296781623780067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-2007-and-2003.html' title='Of 2007 and 2003'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3280662147516286754</id><published>2008-10-30T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:37:52.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched High School Musical 3 TWICE in the SAME cineplex and this is what I have to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SQlOPLct0UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5TB_tGaD8BI/s1600-h/highschoolmusical3poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SQlOPLct0UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5TB_tGaD8BI/s320/highschoolmusical3poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262823662237372738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy Bolton looks gay and he looks like he's trying very hard to impersonate Micheal Jackson but he failed...miserably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella Montez. One word. Sl*t! She looks so sl**tty in this movie. And this is agreed by two people whom I watched the movie with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharpay Evans is just being Sharpay. Dominating. Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Evans. Ohmigosh!! He's so cute!! LOL! And he and Kelsie can make a very cute couple. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor and Chad. No comments. The other characters totally drown their presence in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting characters; Tiara Gold. A real backstabber or as we locals call her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;palat&lt;/span&gt;. Don't like her. Trying very hard to be Sharpay but she failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall. The movie was good. Worth RM14 I spent on watching it. I like the songs but some of the dance moves looks like it was recycled from the first two movies. Guess the dance choreographer is out of dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the song "I Want It All" by Sharpay and Ryan. It seems that I have a thing for Sharpay's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...that's basically what I wanted to say about this movie...I think...&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/4109858230082736506-3280662147516286754?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/3280662147516286754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=3280662147516286754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3280662147516286754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3280662147516286754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-musical-3.html' title='High School Musical 3'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SQlOPLct0UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5TB_tGaD8BI/s72-c/highschoolmusical3poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8849136263387691446</id><published>2008-10-28T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:32:07.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???????</title><content type='html'>Dear Christine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but your nostrils are insulting. I think I realized it when your dog ran amok under the bus and I saw you sit on my father. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning the pictures from LA to you, but I'll keep my virginity as a memory. You should also know that I told my psychiatrist about the apartment building .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to your freaky family,&lt;br /&gt;Guinevere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do this. Especially...&lt;br /&gt;*Chiharu&lt;br /&gt;*Samantha&lt;br /&gt;*........&lt;br /&gt;*.............&lt;br /&gt;*uumm....whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; How you do the Letter Meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___12___,&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B -&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8849136263387691446?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8849136263387691446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8849136263387691446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8849136263387691446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8849136263387691446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='???????'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4905253497181728691</id><published>2008-10-28T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:15:56.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected turn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wohoo!! I just watched High School Musical 3 (HSM3) in the cinemas!! But sadly, it was in Riverside Cineplex but whatever, it's still a cinema anyway. I know, some of you will label me as lame. Someone already did...haha!! I guess hers was the lame with the capital L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this trip to watch HSM3 had a lot of unexpected things turned up. I was actually supposed to watch it on the day of release which was last Friday but because of money constraint (and also I had to accompany somebody to find her dress), I didn't go. Next, my group (Ruby, Sharon, Syl) wanted to watch on Sunday after church but got youth meeting and all so nah...but on that day, I decided to watch HSM3 on Tuesday after class since Star Cineplex is only a downhill away. So I told Syl of my plan (and she tak jadi watch on Sunday btw) and she said she'll tag along but go on Wednesday la. Fine. My classes are all in the morning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, all I have to worry about is saving enough money for Wednesday. But plans often changed unexpectedly because on Monday evening (which was yesterday evening), I got a message from college saying that my Presentation Class will be rescheduled to afternoon starting on the 29/10!! Cis!! Hancur na plan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly called Syl (and it took three attempts to finally reach her) and told her of the change of plans. Syl being her, she couldn't make it because she wanted to jog to trim her excess spare tyre and her mother didn't allow her to go. Fine! I'll go myself then! That was my resolve when I decided to watch HSM3 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I couldn't decide whether I should go because I wanted to buy a textbook and I might only have enough money to pay for the book but not movie (food excluded). The next day, I told my mum I wanted to buy a certain textbook and she gave me money ENOUGH to buy the textbook AND watch movie!! OMG!!! God is really awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in class, Ning sat next to me and me being a kepo, I read his MSN messages to his friend somewhere in the building and coincidentally, his friend was also going to watch HSM3 ALONE!! So I jokingly told Ning that I'm also going alone and he relayed the message to his friend of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, Janet (Ning's friend) and I accompanied each other to watch HSM3. We were suppose to watch in Star but we didn't make it in time so we had to detour to Riverside and watch there instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Janet is so cool. We only met each other for a few minutes and we were already talking away like we know each other for years. And I think we were the noisiest in the cinema because we commented a lot on the movie. HAHA!!!! LOL!! God was really helping me out in this (though honesty, I didn't really ask for any help...) but thank you, GOD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-4905253497181728691?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4905253497181728691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4905253497181728691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4905253497181728691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4905253497181728691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/10/unexpected-turn.html' title='Unexpected turn...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-1256998181983710960</id><published>2008-10-22T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:07:19.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just thrashed the government and I got paid for it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, not really thrashed la...I just have to answer some questionnaire about the current government and I was just being very, VERY honest. When the ask about the current government, I ticked 'tidak setuju' for most of it. When it comes to the opposition, it's a sure 'setuju' from me!! The whole thing is in BM and I have a guess that it's those UMNO people who organize this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of the questions are like; is the government fair and etc... and we have 4 answer choice. 1. Sangat Tidak Setuju 2. Tidak Setuju 3. Setuju 4. Sangat Setuju&lt;br /&gt;So me, being me...I show no mercy in ticking column no.2!! Okay, I did show SOME mercy by not ticking column no.1 but still, I feel so good for myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the questions are like, if I can vote. who will I vote for? DuH!! DAP of course! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's even a part at the end where the give the names of the famous political dudes and they require us to number from 1 to 4, who I would like to rule Malaysia. Of course, I was totally blur with the names so I asked Will.I.AM for directions. Immediately he pointed to a name and told me to number it as 1. Who's name was it? Anwar Ibrahim of course!!! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I put Nik Aziz as 2nd choice, some name below his as 3rd and Sammi Vellu as 4th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last question was, if Najib becomes PM, who would I like to be his side-kick? Hmmm...tough choice...the I saw Will.I.AM wrote down on my friend's (Lee Ching) paper,  YAB Dato' James Masing. Oh yeah!!! So I also wrote  James Masing's name!! Haah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then I was paid RM5 for answering all those crap...I know, so little but hey, I got paid after I thrashed the government in their face okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this questionnaire only goes  around in UNIMAS, SEGi College and Twintech College, so lucky us and me!! ;D&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/4109858230082736506-1256998181983710960?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/1256998181983710960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=1256998181983710960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1256998181983710960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1256998181983710960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-thrashed-government-and-i-got.html' title='I just thrashed the government and I got paid for it!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3657896606958285333</id><published>2008-10-17T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:15:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art crap..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my first attempt of drawing a portrait after like, I dunno....4 years I guess...the last I remember drawing a portrait is in Art class when I was in Form 2 if I'm not mistaken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SPiBSYV6afI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5joEl98jk50/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SPiBSYV6afI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5joEl98jk50/s320/img001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258094717727042034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be Claire Bennet from Heroes...not sure if it looks like her though..hmmm..&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/4109858230082736506-3657896606958285333?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/3657896606958285333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=3657896606958285333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3657896606958285333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3657896606958285333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-crap.html' title='Art crap..'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SPiBSYV6afI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5joEl98jk50/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8879081533107153995</id><published>2008-10-16T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:48:03.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gundam-mode!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm in gundam-mode...again...haha!! The craze is back when the 2nd season of Gundam00 came out...now I'm wanting a Haro. It's so cute!! And it's definitely bigger than the Haro's in SEED. And they have a much wider vocab than Lacus' annoying Pink-chan that keeps on repeating the same line over and over again!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;I know most of you don't get what I mean. Haha!! It's just some crazy talk from a Gundam freak...haha!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8879081533107153995?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8879081533107153995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8879081533107153995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8879081533107153995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8879081533107153995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/10/gundam-mode.html' title='Gundam-mode!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2756206238509976084</id><published>2008-10-13T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:26:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by MissDior</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break up, demand for a reason, sing Miley Cyrus' "7 Things" to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open an animation studio, make my very own anime/comic/story...haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...none...I guess...well, not now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tithe, renovate my new house, buy a car just for me (oh yeah!!), buy clothes and girly stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! I only want to date a person I know very well and comfortable with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is very tiring sometimes so of course being loved is more blessed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for 18 years. Why not wait some more till the right one comes? Tehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him go...I'm not a boyfriend stealer okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? your bf/gf or an actor/actress?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what are we supposed to act...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Will you invite your Ex bf/gf to your wedding dinner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? Just because we broke up doesn't mean he's out of my life totally...but it depends if we're still in good terms, that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...working...probably married...out of Kuching? I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own tongue...I sometimes say without thinking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend. Fashion-freak! Yeah, best friend sum things up...haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single and rich please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes (duh!), check what time it is, contemplate whether to wake up or continue sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, totally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to fall in love with 2 people in the same time?? It's more of love one, like the other kinda thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that someone has done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single but who knows??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. List 6 people to tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chiharu&lt;br /&gt;- Reina-nee&lt;br /&gt;- Mama-Sam&lt;br /&gt;And whoever is reading this...haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2756206238509976084?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2756206238509976084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2756206238509976084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2756206238509976084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2756206238509976084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-missdior.html' title='Tagged by MissDior'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3591295007599131753</id><published>2008-10-09T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:08:52.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As much as I HATE to admit it, going through National Service really gave a great impact in my life even if the training is only for 3 months &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(well, it's actually 2 months but whatever...)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized this when I keep on using my NS experience as an example etc...ehe, sorry to those who have to put up with that...haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in NS, things that never happened in my life before happened. One is I get to stay boarding style for 2 months and put up with girls who are not all Christian for once &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(like, the only camp I've been to are mostly Christian camps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, spoilt brats, palat b****es and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also the experience of having someone chasing after me, FOR REAL! And it was damn annoying!! Sheesh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that my church friends &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(including the priest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all know that I've been through NS and sometimes will joke about it to me or asked me to help them out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. NS leaved a big &lt;strike&gt;scar&lt;/strike&gt; impact in my life...&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/4109858230082736506-3591295007599131753?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/3591295007599131753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=3591295007599131753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3591295007599131753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3591295007599131753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/10/national-service.html' title='National Service..'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-7980258146558862056</id><published>2008-09-29T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:39:46.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday~~again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm having my semester break @ holiday now...just waiting for my exam on Fundamental Graphic Design. So anyway, let's see what I have done for this semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SOB2SfOCdaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/W46JA8YdNjg/s1600-h/DSC02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SOB2SfOCdaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/W46JA8YdNjg/s320/DSC02695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251327225504101794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is one of my exercises for my 2&amp;amp;3D Design class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SOB2SQXxrsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-IZe7WkCdhc/s1600-h/DSC02697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SOB2SQXxrsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-IZe7WkCdhc/s320/DSC02697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251327221518413506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, this one too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SOB2SbiUl2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/w83ebhWWdZg/s1600-h/DSC02883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SOB2SbiUl2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/w83ebhWWdZg/s320/DSC02883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251327224515434338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one of my assignments for 2&amp;amp;3D class also. It's suppose to be Kuching Waterfront in 2D. But this is not the final work. The white wings behind the cats have outlines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot have happen this semester and it was really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;tiring but all in all, I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!! Well, kinda...LOL...&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/4109858230082736506-7980258146558862056?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/7980258146558862056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=7980258146558862056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7980258146558862056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7980258146558862056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidayagain.html' title='Holiday~~again...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SOB2SfOCdaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/W46JA8YdNjg/s72-c/DSC02695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-6989058913699753323</id><published>2008-09-25T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:32:19.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi Lemak + Nasi Goreng = Nasi Goreng Kampung (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, weird equation I got up there...haha!! But it's the truth anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Hock Lee to eat lunch with my mum and I decided to order Nasi Goreng Kampung and Lemon Longan. Yeah, there's such drink, anyway. After a few minutes of waiting for my food, a waitress finally came with a banana plate in her hand and set it down in front of me. Well, at first I was like, whoa! Is this Nasi Goreng Kampung??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two slices of cucumber, one fried egg, sambal that u normally see that comes with nasi lemak and the nasi goreng itself with kangkung on it. Okay, cool! Looks nice! Then as I break the perfect form of the rice, a nut came rolling out. ????? And that's when I realize, that this is like a hybrid of nasi lemak and nasi goreng. And thus, the equation above is formed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasi Lemak + Nasi Goreng = Nasi Goreng Kampung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh ya, I'm on holiday now...wohoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-6989058913699753323?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/6989058913699753323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=6989058913699753323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6989058913699753323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6989058913699753323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/09/nasi-lemak-nasi-goreng-nasi-goreng.html' title='Nasi Lemak + Nasi Goreng = Nasi Goreng Kampung (?)'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3126107014337889378</id><published>2008-09-16T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:00:45.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name confusion @.@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG!! I'm so ashamed of myself!! I just accused an innocent guy for being so childish and all!! Well, can't blame it entirely on me, I was confused!! The real proprietor is actually their names. The innocent guy, who is also my classmate, has the same name with the guy who cari pasal with me. Let's just say, their name is X so my classmate will be X1 and the stupid dude, X2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just get to know and talked with X1 yesterday (Monday) after class and I only saw a glimpse of X2. So when I went home, my friend messaged me saying that X thinks I hate him. Of course, automatically I thought that X1 is the guy because it was actually X2 who said that. I mean, come on la!! I don't even know that X2 guy and he accused me of jeling at him!! Padahal, I only get to see his back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH la!! What's his problem?? Now, he wants to 'find' me on Wednesday!! Find la!! I don't even know him la!!! And thank GOD I knew about my mistake today!! If not, it'll be awkward for me to face X1 in class tomorrow...teehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lesson no. 1. The informer, please specify which guy are you talking about ESPECIALLY when there are two person with the same name. Lesson no. 2? Well, don't jump into conclusion??&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/4109858230082736506-3126107014337889378?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/3126107014337889378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=3126107014337889378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3126107014337889378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3126107014337889378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/09/name-confusion.html' title='Name confusion @.@'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-6341055656266817646</id><published>2008-09-12T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:39:58.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap, crap and more crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm procratinating....again...sheesh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deadlines for my assignment is a weekend away...no mood to do....well, more like dunno how to do it! LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week is as bumpy as last week...with the arrival of a puppy my mum got from her brother...and out of all names, she named it Obama!! Eww...so not calling that puppy that!! And that pup is such a crybaby la!! Make noise non-stop one!! And then sometimes he'll try to bodek me pulak...whatever!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah...I'm crapping now...LOL? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-6341055656266817646?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/6341055656266817646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=6341055656266817646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6341055656266817646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6341055656266817646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/09/crap-crap-and-more-crap.html' title='Crap, crap and more crap...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-7860013111012294624</id><published>2008-09-05T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:32:31.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wild, wild week!</title><content type='html'>It's been a wild, wild week this week. I started out this week by returning from KL, with my phone in dire need of the charger and got to know that my charger, my ONE and ONLY charger, is with Sylvia!! That was Monday, so I had to go through 3 days handphone-less...torturing man!! And I was - and still is - mad at her for bringing back my charger without permission and totally didn't do what I told her to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, since Monday was a public holiday so there's no class and Tuesday is morning class so on the night before, I had to sleep late just to do my work (which I thought was due on Tuesday) and that made me very sleepy the next day. And oh, I also forgot to search for the necessary info for my assignment which was supposed to be presented on that day. That aside, my friends and I decided to escape for breakfast in the cafeteria where Wendy fought with her ex...this is Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I discovered that the work that I did so hard, but didn't manage to finish it, on Monday night was actually due on Wednesday!! Crap!! And I even left my poster colours at home so I can't finish it in class!! Oh well, that's that...then during class, William merajuk and dismissed the class waayy early! Apa la!!! But then I got my charger back (1 day later) and I messaged Sylvia saying that she just made my week a whole lot better....NOT!!! Because at home, some stupid application I installed for my mp4 deleted ALL my files in my home PC!!! NOO!! That was Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I woke up feeling less depressed then the night before (after messaging with Christine and finishing my overdue work), I thought the week is going to a smoother phase. And yet again, NOOTT!!! That afternoon, Sam, Wendy and I decided to go to U-Tech to buy some stuff for class. Wendy drove that time and just as we were about to go to Spring to buy Sam's printer ink, the car bumped into a van. I'm not sure who's wrong but let's put that aside. Man, hell broke loose and Wendy was so damn pissed!! So our whole jolly ride was ruined...that was Thrusday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Friday...I'm suppose to freeload in Anne's psychology class but it seems after what happened yesterday, my gang no mood to go...hmmm...oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-7860013111012294624?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/7860013111012294624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=7860013111012294624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7860013111012294624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7860013111012294624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/09/wild-wild-week.html' title='A wild, wild week!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-1056433033882589833</id><published>2008-08-12T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:11:55.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My niece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC3iAZuhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IuFv-coi4NU/s1600-h/SDC11071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC3iAZuhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IuFv-coi4NU/s200/SDC11071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233537763769956882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her name is Andrea Bulan Ong and she's one year old on the 14th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC3i61FcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NF5xTEl9vJ4/s1600-h/SDC11244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC3i61FcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NF5xTEl9vJ4/s200/SDC11244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233537764015019458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really cute but when she smiles, it looks like an evil smile...eee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC36sPJTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NYaPSigtvZs/s1600-h/SDC11245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC36sPJTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NYaPSigtvZs/s200/SDC11245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233537770396263730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's very, very active!! She always walks around and climbs everything that is climb-able. And it seems that she wants everything. She see food, he want to eat even though she ate already. She saw me with a cup of Ribena also she want!! I still remember I told that to my cousin Victoria and she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hmpf!! Ne tauk when she's big later, boyfriend or suami orang pun nya mauk!!"&lt;/span&gt; Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC4LtrhcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bvtv8OeMuEw/s1600-h/SDC11258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC4LtrhcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bvtv8OeMuEw/s200/SDC11258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233537774965720514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins call her little monster and it's true!! Oh and it seems that my sister spoils her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC4e2Ap0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/RGGLI1mSRZ0/s1600-h/SDC11279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC4e2Ap0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/RGGLI1mSRZ0/s200/SDC11279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233537780100933442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, my sister and my cousin Lyn is eating Haagen Dasz ice-cream and Andrea being Andrea, she wants to eat it also or she'll cry. Brat!! So my sister give her lo...eee, you're spoiling her la!! Dah la the shirt and the pants my niece is wearing now is from Esprit yo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFFQNe4xQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WyMoGyZcGbc/s1600-h/SDC11278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFFQNe4xQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WyMoGyZcGbc/s200/SDC11278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233540386780660994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But nevertheless, she's still my cute little niece....&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/4109858230082736506-1056433033882589833?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/1056433033882589833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=1056433033882589833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1056433033882589833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/1056433033882589833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-niece.html' title='My niece...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKFC3iAZuhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IuFv-coi4NU/s72-c/SDC11071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8848820347483228749</id><published>2008-08-12T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:47:46.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday pictures..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures I took when I was in KK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some island nest to Manukan Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE_UNpYVkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WHf24CYH5qk/s1600-h/SDC11106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE_UNpYVkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WHf24CYH5qk/s200/SDC11106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233533858474382914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The clear sea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE_UqUMooI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6twzyoOy_SM/s1600-h/SDC11135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE_UqUMooI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6twzyoOy_SM/s200/SDC11135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233533866170163842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset in Sabah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE_UyElnCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q9z2GV-rwWA/s1600-h/SDC11162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE_UyElnCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q9z2GV-rwWA/s200/SDC11162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233533868252175394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesselton Port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE82ub9U4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8HGEY7LardQ/s1600-h/SDC11082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE82ub9U4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8HGEY7LardQ/s200/SDC11082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233531152857125762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE822AyUkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/50E2ZrUIsJI/s1600-h/SDC11083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE822AyUkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/50E2ZrUIsJI/s200/SDC11083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233531154890641986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construction of Suria Sabah. Dang! Why doesn't Kuching have those??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE83MGzQBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zE55oBgE6K4/s1600-h/SDC11096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE83MGzQBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zE55oBgE6K4/s200/SDC11096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233531160821448722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fishies under the Manukan Island jetty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE83Vg3KgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vW9uRs5Q86s/s1600-h/SDC11114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE83Vg3KgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vW9uRs5Q86s/s200/SDC11114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233531163346676226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach in Manukan Island..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE83mtLORI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g20ZKRN1fKY/s1600-h/SDC11124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE83mtLORI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g20ZKRN1fKY/s200/SDC11124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233531167961725202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for pictures with me in it, forget it! I won't post it up here. Go to my friendster and see it there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8848820347483228749?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8848820347483228749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8848820347483228749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8848820347483228749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8848820347483228749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/08/holiday-pictures.html' title='Holiday pictures..'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SKE_UNpYVkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WHf24CYH5qk/s72-c/SDC11106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-6964123810629840217</id><published>2008-08-07T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:54:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the title implies, I'm going for a three days trip to Kota Kinabalu...finally a decent way to spend my holiday, even if it means I'm going to spend most of my time in the hotel room watching TV... But it's KK so I bet there's gonna be a different feel there...haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SJqppEDUV4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HWu0yhAqnpw/s1600-h/shades2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SJqppEDUV4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HWu0yhAqnpw/s320/shades2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231680440071640962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm even in the mood already!! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Those shades are borrowed from Syl, since my sis said that we might going to the beach, so why not do it a tad bit glamorous eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going off tomorrow morning and hopefully I can snap some pictures there...hmmmm...&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/4109858230082736506-6964123810629840217?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/6964123810629840217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=6964123810629840217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6964123810629840217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6964123810629840217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/08/holiday.html' title='Holiday~~~'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SJqppEDUV4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HWu0yhAqnpw/s72-c/shades2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-9119805867165753137</id><published>2008-07-25T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:57:36.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh!! It has been SOOO long since I updated my blog!! Hahahaha!!! This shows how much of a procrastinator I am!! Haha!! I'm on semester break right now, well not quite since I have to exams to sit for next week but after that it's holiday, again. My second semester only starts on 11 August...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SIla06G7ptI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ORQET17MT8k/s1600-h/masquerade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SIla06G7ptI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ORQET17MT8k/s320/masquerade.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226808707538200274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is how my painting looks like for my second history assignment. I know, it looks so crappy...like, I dunno how many years since I last painted, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;with the exception of helping Michelle doing her art in form 4 &amp;amp; 5&lt;/span&gt;, but that's a different story all together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I name my painting &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masquerade&lt;/span&gt; because of the mask I drew. Yes, those four weird looking things is actually masks. Distorted masks, that is. Masquerade actually means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to disguise&lt;/span&gt; so my painting is telling how man can be such a fraud and a faker sometimes. They hide their true character and show a different side of themselves in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four mask also has meanings;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cream-colored mask (top left)&lt;/span&gt; : People who act pure and stuff. Rasa innocent ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The black and white mask (bottom left)&lt;/span&gt; : Two-faced people. Bak kata pepatah, talam dua muka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The blue mask (top right)&lt;/span&gt; : I dunno actually. I just like the colour. Lol! But it sorta represents sadness and all the sanak saudara of emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The green mask (bottom right)&lt;/span&gt; : It wasn't suppose to look like that actually and I don't know why everytime I look at it, it reminds me of Spiderman. (?) So I'll just conclude that as people who like to act as heroes to gain recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hmmm...I wonder how much did I score for that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-9119805867165753137?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/9119805867165753137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=9119805867165753137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9119805867165753137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9119805867165753137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/07/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SIla06G7ptI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ORQET17MT8k/s72-c/masquerade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2589032959993252524</id><published>2008-07-09T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:57:37.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination-ess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the title implies, I'm procrastinating again..big time!! Oooo, I'm sooo gonna be dead if this continues!! Somebody save me!! (No, this ain't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smallville&lt;/span&gt;!!) LOL?? Haha?? Man, looks like the stress is biting me in now....hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHQkO2NA9TI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cLM18VWw1iQ/s1600-h/untitled+x1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHQkO2NA9TI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cLM18VWw1iQ/s320/untitled+x1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220837705516119346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to retreat somewhere peaceful...thinking of going prayer meeting tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2589032959993252524?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2589032959993252524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2589032959993252524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2589032959993252524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2589032959993252524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/07/procrastination-ess.html' title='Procrastination-ess...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHQkO2NA9TI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cLM18VWw1iQ/s72-c/untitled+x1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-6954488701831721263</id><published>2008-07-08T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:57:37.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the norm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today after college, my mum and I went to eat in Singapore Chicken Rice (SCR) just opposite the road. After parking the car and all, my attention was immediately caught by,&lt;br /&gt;THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHL-ynSGVeI/AAAAAAAAADY/p7IvcvHm0Bc/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHL-ynSGVeI/AAAAAAAAADY/p7IvcvHm0Bc/s320/DSC01538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220515063567635938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a toy motorcycle that was blown up in size. This is real!! And very unique too. Sure, I've seen few pink motorcycles around but not as cute and extremely pink as this!! Wow, Barbie will definitely be jealous of this bike...LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, back to our story. So when one goes to SCR to eat, people will assume that you will eat chicken rice. But not me. What did I ate for lunch??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHL-yiHxwCI/AAAAAAAAADg/CaHxxu8TvBE/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHL-yiHxwCI/AAAAAAAAADg/CaHxxu8TvBE/s320/DSC01539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220515062182166562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH &amp;amp; CHIPS!!&lt;br /&gt;And it costs RM 9.90, not including government tax..&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/4109858230082736506-6954488701831721263?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/6954488701831721263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=6954488701831721263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6954488701831721263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/6954488701831721263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-of-norm.html' title='Out of the norm....'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHL-ynSGVeI/AAAAAAAAADY/p7IvcvHm0Bc/s72-c/DSC01538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2723172373487222988</id><published>2008-07-08T10:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:50:59.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas, schmideas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I know, very weird title I got there...haha!! Now I'm currently having an artists-block where I have no idea what to draw for my second history assignment!! I'm supposed to draw something related to cubism but that's so not my style of drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's cubism you say? Cubism is the style of drawing where you see mostly those cubic patterns. Famous painter; Pablo Picasso. Still don't get the image, go and google it up la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's my crisis now, I'm suppose to do 3 coloured sketches and show it to my lecturer on Thursday. That's like, 2 days away yo!!! And I ain't got any idea knocking on my brain right now!! Urgh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2723172373487222988?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2723172373487222988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2723172373487222988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2723172373487222988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2723172373487222988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/07/ideas-schmideas.html' title='Ideas, schmideas...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2763991594227397534</id><published>2008-07-07T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:57:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The HORROR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it was one of those nights where me and my mum where waiting in the car in front of Holiday Inn, waiting for mt sister to arrive. Why you wonder? My sister is an air stewardess working for MAS Wing so as family, I have the privilege to sleep in her hotel room everytime she stops by for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGary4FY0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XW1tbO9ZzmM/s1600-h/hilton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGary4FY0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XW1tbO9ZzmM/s320/hilton.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220123520281174850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Holiday Inn, outside view...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we were in the car and I was playing with my phone, looking at the road for any signs of the MAS van when all of the sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw two 'ladies' walking by and when they were closer, I realised that they were...err..transvestites!! I was like, :O!!! I tried not to stare at them and pretended to stare at the road instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't all that bad. One of them was wearing a very short shirt and was playing with the ends of the shirt, rasa cute jak!! Eww!!! The horror!!&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/4109858230082736506-2763991594227397534?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2763991594227397534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2763991594227397534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2763991594227397534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2763991594227397534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/07/horror.html' title='The HORROR!!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGary4FY0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XW1tbO9ZzmM/s72-c/hilton.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-9149450163216795960</id><published>2008-07-07T11:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:57:39.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah so here I am bragging bout my assignment...pfft!!! Haha!! So, I finally finished and handed in my first assignment last Thursday. Yay!! So for my history of art class, I'm supposed to do an art timeline chart. And me being me, I only did the  chart the night before presentation...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;(reminds me  of how I did my geo, sejarah and all the ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;her kerja kursus in school last time...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGWNUdNkuI/AAAAAAAAADA/BqG-P_teQqY/s1600-h/full-chart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGWNUdNkuI/AAAAAAAAADA/BqG-P_teQqY/s320/full-chart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220118598672814818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My art timeline chart. It's as big as four mounting boards combined, btw...attached with those key rings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGUwde8vOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GVSekfBuJvo/s1600-h/compact.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGUwde8vOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GVSekfBuJvo/s320/compact.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220117003368185058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The compact version! After being folded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I did it last minute, it turned out quite good, except for one page....my glue stick finished before the whole chart was done and I had to use my spare glue, which was the water type and I got it for  being a good Math  student in form 5...haha...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;eee..bragging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGVErc0keI/AAAAAAAAACo/lXJ9b0LITP0/s1600-h/glue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGVErc0keI/AAAAAAAAACo/lXJ9b0LITP0/s320/glue.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220117350714741218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The finished glue stick...and it's the big size mind you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGUwYw2YwI/AAAAAAAAACI/XeJSTp-hecs/s1600-h/cacat+page.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGUwYw2YwI/AAAAAAAAACI/XeJSTp-hecs/s320/cacat+page.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220117002101089026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The cacat page...all because I forgot I had to put 5 pictures in there so the arrangement was cacat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation was okay, and I think I was the best speaker out of all of my other classmates. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;eee...bragging again! &lt;/span&gt;But my friends agreed with me also anyway. But then I couldn't answer one question. Dang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm done with that, I have another two assignments to finish up...dang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The pic for my blog header, it's one of those paintings in my assignment. The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh...really like that painting...&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/4109858230082736506-9149450163216795960?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/9149450163216795960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=9149450163216795960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9149450163216795960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9149450163216795960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/07/assignment.html' title='Assignment...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SHGWNUdNkuI/AAAAAAAAADA/BqG-P_teQqY/s72-c/full-chart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2709570955010648967</id><published>2008-06-13T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:56:09.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I often wonder what will happen if we didn't had that fight on the Saturday before you got stroke because I wanted to go for practice but you didn't allow me to. Then if I actually talked and let you borrow my handphone on Sunday afternoon instead of promising not to talk to you for the rest of the week, which actually came rue 'coz that was the last time I heard your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that small change can change everything and then I won't really miss those time when we go eat mee kari or anything else in that matter. Then the time when I went to National Service, I wonder what will your reaction be? I bet you'll be ecstatic 'coz you always wanted me to go but I wonder if you're actually come visit me when there is the chance. Yeah, I bet you will and even start attending St. Basil just to see me....haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Gawai. I can't really go anyway besides go and see tayung and babeh. Boring! Oh, and since there's a computer at home, I bet you'll always be using it and try to kick me away from using it. Then we'll start fighting and you'll start saying, "10 more minutes.", which means half an hour more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, this Fathers' Day thingie is getting to me already!! I still remember how me, you and mummy celebrated it last year. We drove all the way until the traffic light before Siburan and drive back just to find a place to eat and at last we ended up eating in Pizza Hut, Jalan Song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you. The time we spend together, bad or good, because you seem to understand me more than the rest. I love you and Happy Father's Day! I'll persevere in this race, like how you did, and then when my time is up too, we will meet again...&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/4109858230082736506-2709570955010648967?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2709570955010648967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2709570955010648967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2709570955010648967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2709570955010648967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing you....'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8871170146245185126</id><published>2008-06-09T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:58:02.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The signs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all started with the feeling as if your saliva contains needles everytime I swallow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it got worse to the point that I felt like swallowing knives!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then my nose got 'road block' everytime I sleep under cold conditions...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the next day when I woke up, the 'club' in my stomach opened a new branch in my head!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So everytime I could feel and hear the inside of my head a.k.a my brain goes, "DOOBS 3X!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yepp...I'm DEFINITELY sick now...urgh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8871170146245185126?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8871170146245185126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8871170146245185126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8871170146245185126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8871170146245185126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/06/signs.html' title='The signs...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-7466945701715372468</id><published>2008-05-29T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:34:15.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History class!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the cybercafe provided by my college, it seems that I can update my blog daily now, not including weekends though, but YEAH!! Anyway, history class...I bet for those who just finish SPM, you'll go, "NOO!! Not history again!!!" Yeah, I was like that too at first but the history I'm learning now is history of arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool!! I get to learn arts from those ancient civilizations such as Egypt and Mesopotamia etc..etc...really cool man!! I totally love this subject even though my own lecturer said that it's a boring subject but to me, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer is Mr. William and has a string resemblance to me 'gurlfren'...(shiny head!!) LOL!! He's cool, though his jokes are sometimes very plain and monotonous, it's not lame. Serious!! And not that cold either...hmmm....am I making any sense?? LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-7466945701715372468?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/7466945701715372468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=7466945701715372468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7466945701715372468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7466945701715372468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/history-class.html' title='History class!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2261939404682198485</id><published>2008-05-28T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:12:39.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm degraded!!</title><content type='html'>Dang my English class in college is soo uber boring!!! Like, there are actually people who sleeps in class dengan selambanya!! The lecturer is so boring and lame! I know I sound like as if I very li hai in my English (which I am!!) but seriously, that lecturer teaches all those 'duh!' type of things like; nouns, pronouns etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel his teaching is so lame is because in secondary school, my English teachers were so cool especially Mdm Lucy and Mdm Anita!! The English they teach are those really kinda high standard type and all...ah, I miss the good old days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then all of a sudden, come to college, my English class like bluek!!! I'm having a 30 minutes break right now and using the college's CC (yes, they have it!! it's awesome!!). After this, I'm gonna buat bodoh in class again...day-dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2261939404682198485?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2261939404682198485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2261939404682198485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2261939404682198485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2261939404682198485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-degraded.html' title='I&apos;m degraded!!'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2363505698009363231</id><published>2008-05-27T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:48:49.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like an eagle...</title><content type='html'>One day (yerr, what the heck?? Like telling a children story pulak!), I was going through the files on my computer at home when I came to folder named, '4angels'. I was like, EWW!! This file has pictures of me and my three sisters and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; my mum who named that folder!! No doubt about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I began to remember my dad used to refer to my siblings as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 eagles. &lt;/span&gt;I didn't really bother about that name 'coz I'm too young to think 'bout it and it was repeating so often, that it felt so natural on my tongue. But now that I'm old enough to think logically and have a good deal of common sense, referring to your daughters as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eagles&lt;/span&gt; is so weird!! I mean, normally, you'll call them princess, angels (like my mum but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; detest it!! Sorry mum!!) and those sweet diabetic nicknames.  But noo, my dad called us eagles! What he wants us to do? Hunt rats is it?? LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, I can now think logically and when I really thought about that nickname, it hits me that in the Christian teaching and stuff, eagle is a very significant animal. Like come on, there are songs talking 'bout soaring over like an eagle and all!! I think there are Bible verses 'bout this but I'm still a retard in memorizing Bible verses so I can't quote any, yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic, it's like as if my dad saw in his daughters that one day, all of us can soar like eagles in Christ. And this reminds me of Pastor Prince teaching about looking in a person what they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can be&lt;/span&gt; in the future and not what they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; currently. Though I'm not sure if that was his real intention in the first place, calling us eagles, but it just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful that he gave us that nickname. It sounds so cool and it really encourages me to be like him and like Jesus. Always look in a person, what they can become and actually saying it to show firmness. Now, I'm soaring on eagle's wing and giving all my best in my walk with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pray that my sisters will have that personal encounter with Jesus like how my parents and I had and then, they too can soar like an eagle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2363505698009363231?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2363505698009363231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2363505698009363231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2363505698009363231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2363505698009363231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-eagle.html' title='Like an eagle...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-9058588808822706761</id><published>2008-05-27T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:49:53.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad Blondel concerto...</title><content type='html'>Like any other hyped Christians in town, Chad Blondel's concert is definitely a must-go concert. Yeah, so hyped out that I only bought the ticket on-the-spot. LOL!! Anyway, met old friends there as usual and lose friends once in a while while navigating through the sea of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so many friends over there that I had didn't know which gang should I follow but I decided to go with Christine and Hazel (who tagged along coz Elly was 'working'). The first quater of the concert, I was going "WOOH!!" and jump jump jump like nobody's business. Melissa was also in the same area that time and she commented how passive the group of boys in front of us were. Like trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, there were NO lyrics provided that when I finally snapped out of my hyperness, I felt like an idiot. First, this was suppose to be a Christian concert. And I came to worship my God but without the lyrics, I don't even know what that blond dude on stage is singing and what's the message he wants to pass on the the massive crowd of gila youths down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my desperation, I cried out to God in my heart. Asking Him what's up with the concert, what are all this gila people screaming for?? And finally, I decided to get out of the place and lepak outside...and I still remembered the time. It was 8.45 pm when I went out. Went out ya, not go back...I went back around 10, almost 11..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-9058588808822706761?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/9058588808822706761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=9058588808822706761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9058588808822706761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9058588808822706761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/chad-blondel-concerto.html' title='Chad Blondel concerto...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3878045032149109723</id><published>2008-05-23T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:06:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion?? Nah...</title><content type='html'>I just got a message from my friend, Susan who is currently in Labuan, informing me that my gay (??) friend is there, Bobby Mc. Of course, at first I didn't really know where is here in the message...get it? Never mind. But then my brain kicked into motion, reminding me that Susan is in Labuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bobby's not my gay friend! Or is he? Gay I mean...LOL!!". &lt;/span&gt;The next message, Susan told me that my other friend Nurhamiezah (I think that's how her name goes) was there. Being kind and a thoughtful friend (yerdeh!!), I kirim salam to them before a thought struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to accept and go to Labuan for matriculation, it would be like a primary school reunion!! Coz, Bobby and Miza are my primary school friends...but NAH!! Never in my life I'll be going to Labuan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reunion?? Nah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-3878045032149109723?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/3878045032149109723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=3878045032149109723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3878045032149109723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/3878045032149109723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/reunion-nah.html' title='Reunion?? Nah...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-2066688938838234253</id><published>2008-05-20T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:14:30.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se-lum-ber par-tey...</title><content type='html'>My mum went to KL last Saturday, leaving me ALONE for three days because she only came back last night (Monday night). So, not wanting to sleep alone in my big old house (and definitely not wanting to go crazy), I invited friends to come sleep-over. On Saturday night, only Syl managed to stay with me but oh well, at least someone right? Haha...that night, after Carry the Call and due to my hyper-ness, it was kinda hard to fall asleep. So, I was telling stories to Syl then we fell asleep...so weird...lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sunday, Sharon tagged along our group for a sleep-over. Oh, and also Ruby. So after church, the four of us went back to my place and cooked lunch (to save cost). Well, it's more of them who cooked. I just cooked the rice and did minor things...then in the afternoon, off to Boulevard for window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously felt like I have three daughters that afternoon because I was sitting in the dining room, finishing my brunch peacefully while I hear screams and shouts from the kitchen (mostly was Ruby and Syl). Gosh!! That night, we all slept in one room but was quite emo the whole night...hmmm...I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Monday, me and the sisters (Syl and Sharon) went to watch Narnia but sadly, Ruby can't come. But dang, Narnia was awesome!!! I'm planning to watch it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, my mum came back from KL (in which she insists that it was more of to relax than go shopping though I can never understand how can one relax there!) and she bought Body Shop products for me...it's nice and I'm using it now...Oceanus body lotion and body mist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-2066688938838234253?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/2066688938838234253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=2066688938838234253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2066688938838234253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/2066688938838234253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/se-lum-ber-par-tey.html' title='Se-lum-ber par-tey...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-9065313927944574442</id><published>2008-05-14T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:25:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature craze...</title><content type='html'>Since I went back from National Service and getting a taste of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTREME &lt;/span&gt;boredom at home, I suddenly get addicted to English literature stuff and all. It all started when I began reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prisoner of Zenda&lt;/span&gt; and then I continued by watching a 6-CD version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; (thanks to my sister, Steph). It didn't stop there though. Then when I was walking aimlessly in MPH in Spring, I came across the Classical aisle with books that only cast RM8.50 each! Regardless of the thickness!! I was like , WHOA!! Cheap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are 100% recycled paper so that explains the cheap-ness. LOL!! Anyway, I guess the reason I'm soo into this literature stuff is because I like the words and how they express it. Does it make sense? Hmmm...whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already bought four books from MPH. The first two bored me to death within the first few chapters that I gave up on them (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Age of Innocence&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20,000 Leagues Under the Sea&lt;/span&gt;). Maybe I'll pick them up again and try reading it...in the FAR future that is....the next book I bought was Jane Austen's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;/span&gt; and I just love it!! Now I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dracula&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully it's interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-9065313927944574442?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/9065313927944574442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=9065313927944574442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9065313927944574442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/9065313927944574442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/literarure-craze.html' title='Literature craze...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-7546119765671431767</id><published>2008-05-14T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:24:39.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car problem..</title><content type='html'>As how the title implies, I had a car problem for a week. Last Tuesday, some lady in a Lexus knocked my (well not mine but it's just easier to put it that way, for now) Kelisa in the butt and there was a huge dent. Good thing I was chilling out in my aunt's place when that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next day my mum hurried it to the workshop for repairs (because even the back lights were broken) and it took 4 working days before we could have our beloved Kelisa back! In other words, we sent it last Wednesday and just got it back yesterday (Tuesday)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, my mum and I were deprived of transportation and good thing my late father has an acquaintance which is now very much like my own uncle. Thank God for that! I wanted to put the picture of the damaged car (since my mum like to take pictures using her phone of whatever she thinks is interesting) but I can't find the cable. Hmmm.....oh well, next time then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : The lady who knocked my car paid for the repairs. Well, she drives a Lexus so she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;be able to afford it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-7546119765671431767?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/7546119765671431767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=7546119765671431767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7546119765671431767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/7546119765671431767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/car-problem.html' title='Car problem..'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8431879142599954183</id><published>2008-05-12T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:41:28.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Out (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I had enrollment for my college today. They make it sound so big but it's actually to get ones timetable and pay the fee for the semester. And the subjects I'm going to take for my debut (cheh! whatever!) to college is...*drumrolls*...English and History of Art.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...so anyway, it's a norm for me to report everything to my bestie/sis/twin, Christine and she was like, oh cool! Always wanted to learn History of Art!! Ok, maybe it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;bad. Just because it has the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt; in front of it, doesn't mean I have to be prejudiced about that subject...unless they decided to throw some local names in it, I'll puke! No, I'm not being racist and all. Oh yeah, in case you haven't notice, I only have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO &lt;/span&gt;subjects per semester (which earns me hatred from my koko Alvin and mama Sonia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timetable I get was not the one I was hoping for. I really hoped to get back-to-back lessons so that I have more free weekdays but NOO...my timetable is as follows;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        English (Monday, Wednesday)          : 1.30 - 5.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;        History of Art (Tuesday, Thursday) : 9.00 am - 12.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such long hours....I hope I can live through my history class and perhaps English...because English is my first class and I start on the 26th this month....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8431879142599954183?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8431879142599954183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8431879142599954183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8431879142599954183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8431879142599954183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/stepping-out-part-2.html' title='Stepping Out (Part 2)'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-8870777572157283181</id><published>2008-05-05T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:42:37.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiwangnezz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so jiwang due to a song sung by an Indonesian singer, Rossa. Her song, Aku Bukan Untukmu, is one of the love songs I really like. The song is not those type of selfish love. The lyrics is in BM; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dahulu kau mencintaiku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dahulu kau menginginkanku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meskipun tak pernah ada jawabku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak berniat kau tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekarang kau pergi menjauh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekarang kau tinggalkan aku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di saat ku mulai mengharapkanmu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan ku pohon maafku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku menyesal telah membuatmu menangis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan biarkan memilih yang lain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi jangan pernah kau dustai takdirmu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasti itu terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janganlah lagi kau mengingatku kembali &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku bukanlah untukmu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meski ku memohon dan meminta hatimu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan pernah tinggalkan dirinya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untuk diriku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I first heard this song when I was watching an Indonesian drama on tv2 with the same title, Aku Bukan Untukmu, and I immediately fell in love with this song!! It's really nice and i never got bored of it if I listen to it many, many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-8870777572157283181?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/8870777572157283181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=8870777572157283181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8870777572157283181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/8870777572157283181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/jiwangnezz.html' title='Jiwangnezz...'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-4394620081733846563</id><published>2008-05-05T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:57:39.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One Life is an awareness campaign on HIV/AIDS and child trafficking. It was from 1-4 May in The Spring, Kuching. I went there last Saturday and Sunday (3, 4 May). Yeah, I went TWICE! No, I don't there twice because I'm kiasu or anything. I went on saturday with my two loyal 'bodyguards' (Sharon and Syl) and thought it was a good idea to make it as a youth outing for Aunt Julie's youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196709493651212514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SB5rwEn7COI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bbM3g8HRfh0/s320/flippies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This campaign is different from those normal give-out-fliers-and-watch-video-crap HIV/AIDS campaign. This one brings you into the lives of 3 children who were victims of this terrible disease. They do it by giving you an mp3 player which acts as a narrator throughout your whole journey of either John (Malaysia), Jothi (India) or Srey Mum (Cambodia). Yeah, you go for either three so since I went there twice, I got John and Srey Mum. The journey was going through rooms which represents their life and at the end of it, there's a Hall of Reflection (where you OBVIOUSLY reflect back what you just went through) and the Wall of Hope where you get to post up notes of encouragement and - obviously - hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196709497946179826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SB5rwUn7CPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YdRfA49NrNQ/s320/bracelet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;John was about a boy who - unfortunately - got AIDS through his parents and Srey Mum was a victim of child trafficking and ended up having the disease. If I were to tell their stories, this entry would be super long! Anyway, they give out free bracelets but it ws finished by the time I went there again on Sunday afternoon. The also sell T-shirts, car stickers and flip-flops. I decided to buy the flip-flops because the car sticker is paratically useless for me, I got TOO many T-shirts in my cupboard, I don't have much money at that time and flip-flops are the only practical thing for me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4109858230082736506-4394620081733846563?l=through-my-window.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/feeds/4394620081733846563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4109858230082736506&amp;postID=4394620081733846563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4394620081733846563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4109858230082736506/posts/default/4394620081733846563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-my-window.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-life.html' title='One Life'/><author><name>guin-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627392209386765018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXnl1iZUTMc/SB5rwEn7COI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bbM3g8HRfh0/s72-c/flippies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4109858230082736506.post-3788487080365606640</id><published>2008-05-05T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:16:45.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm starting my college life real soon...yeah, cool! No more uniforms and all. Really looking forward to a brand new life and like what my *cough*self-proclaim*cough* twin said, I'm a big girl now! Honestly, the whole time after I stepped out of the SPM exam hall and through my hell-ish weeks in NS, I never EVER had the thought of going to college, what more to say a private one!! All I thought about was going back for Form 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until I finished NS training. Kinda think of it, it's already a month since I ended my training (and finally gained my not-so-fair-ness back!! Wohoo!!) and all I can remember was - besides getting bored and &lt;em&gt;menanam anggur&lt;/em&gt; - my mum practically forced me into all those education fair, college websites and all those crap! Well, good thing that only last for a week or so and I finally made my decision. To enter Segi College to take my Diploma in Creative Design and Interactive Multimedia. (what a mouthful and bombastic-ish!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I thought yeah, paperworks done and all and all I have to do is wait for MARA to approve for my RM20K++ loan then I'm free but NOO!! There's STILL more paperwork A crappy essay of myself (ok, I can do that) in BM!! It took me a week to finish writing that crap! (Well, it's more of procrastinating...tehee...) But lo, I finished it (after being scolded by my mum for writing it with such lame and simple BM) and the burdens off...until ANOTHER set of papers come in. This time is the actual MARA form. Fine, I'll just leave it to my mum to deal with it...until a few days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mum decided NOT to take the loan. What?!! Apparently, her reason was because MARA required so much stuff like gurantors and stuff and she was so fed up with it. So now, my mum's paying for my fees herself. 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