<?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-2623531979848046043</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:14:11.875+08:00</updated><category term='Trips'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Life'/><category term='CGS Family'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Gals Stuff'/><category term='Crapping Stuffs'/><category term='Review'/><title type='text'>The Reflection</title><subtitle type='html'>The reflection of my true self and my crapping thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-536021879890052818</id><published>2009-10-18T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:23:16.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alright</title><content type='html'>Woke up in tousled hair I find&lt;br /&gt;Wandered in a questioning mind&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating if it’s the right wind&lt;br /&gt;To undertake an one way ticket that binds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I aroused from idle&lt;br /&gt;Realizing the conundrum is such a knotty puzzle&lt;br /&gt;I filled up the gaps at my twaddle&lt;br /&gt;In hope that I’m not gonna straggle&lt;br /&gt;With such muddle and tangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;To let go tears we’ve been holding tight&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, when we’re on a plight&lt;br /&gt;And when the answers are not attainable in sight&lt;br /&gt;The truth may disguised in the light&lt;br /&gt;If we give’em a try in the night&lt;br /&gt;Who knows we might get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-536021879890052818?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/536021879890052818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=536021879890052818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/536021879890052818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/536021879890052818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-alright.html' title='It&apos;s alright'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1159480628339684433</id><published>2009-10-06T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:29:01.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerie Rhinestone Ring</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through Forever21 website. I saw a ring called "Valerie Rhinestone Ring". Awesome dont you think? Forever21 named it Valerie, why huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SqhzHen_1dI/AAAAAAAABTs/vyoWH_lpQO4/s1600-h/61208962-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SqhzHen_1dI/AAAAAAAABTs/vyoWH_lpQO4/s320/61208962-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379676327211161042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie Rhinestone Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: FINAL SALE - A polished metal ring with a large round rhinestone set in prongs with miniature heart cutout accents on the side.&lt;br /&gt;- 0.5" approx dia rhinestone x 1.1" wide band&lt;br /&gt;- Imported.&lt;br /&gt;ProductCode: 1061208962&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-1159480628339684433?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1159480628339684433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1159480628339684433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1159480628339684433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1159480628339684433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/06/valerie-rhinestone-ring.html' title='Valerie Rhinestone Ring'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SqhzHen_1dI/AAAAAAAABTs/vyoWH_lpQO4/s72-c/61208962-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5730556463691786986</id><published>2009-08-16T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:26:00.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The top I wore.</title><content type='html'>I looked into my wardrobe, trying to locate the best outfit to put on. I realized two things: I need a bigger wardrobe &amp;amp; I do not have much formal attire in plain colours. (well I could have, but they were no where to be found at that moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my Disney formal top hanging at the corner, with lonesome of my ignorance. It wasn’t childish Disney top, it’s very formal with some cute words behind it. It’s my first formal top I have ever got in my life. My mum bought that for me, and it was quite expensive as I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It clasps substantial touch and connotation to me. Two years back, I wore it for my very first interview at Taylors college. I looked rather smart that time, walked into the interview room with blessings from everyone. Well more and more interviews came to view later on; I ended up studying in TARC. I remembered I wore my Disney formal top during my diploma scholarship presentation ceremony two years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later, here I am, another scholarship presentation ceremony. As I put on the same top and looked into the mirror, I saw my reflection and thoughts loomed to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I’m here today attending this ceremony as a scholar, wearing the same top, with the same conviction and aspiration.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5730556463691786986?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5730556463691786986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5730556463691786986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5730556463691786986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5730556463691786986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-i-wore.html' title='The top I wore.'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3562040919798714712</id><published>2009-07-30T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:25:07.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>It hits me. As I live for the twentieth year, what I’m about to face in the coming years as I accumulate my birthday candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I just don’t feel right or optimistic these days. Occurrence of the recent issues is not really encouraging, in addition to the pandemic world crisis and influenza. I feel thwarted with the current nation situation as well, as a person being raised up in a democratic background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s on with the humanity? The turmoil of the crises has clouded the Malaysia’s outlook in all aspects, affecting people from all walks of life. I am not really into politics but I’m perceptive to mourn of deserving people. I’m a sympathetic person that is willing to work things out with pleasure given that impartiality and justice is achievable. And that’s why I’m a person that is rather conservative at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that God will bless and appreciate all the deserving people in this world, to hearten and inspire other people in a way that they realize what humanity and life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a place in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know that it is love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this place could be much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brighter than tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you really try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll find there's no need to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In this place you'll feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no hurt or sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are ways to get there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you care enough for the living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make a little space, make a better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3562040919798714712?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3562040919798714712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3562040919798714712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3562040919798714712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3562040919798714712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/07/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5665899825262069644</id><published>2009-07-30T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:50:13.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda occupied lately</title><content type='html'>These days I'm adapting to my new age, there's a sense of alienation felt with the word "twenty". It clings with different thoughts and perception. May blog about some of it later, if I’m able to survive for four tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really happy that I had a great birthday. It feels like it’s your big day, you have all the rights to do whatever you want on your birthday. I feel honoured, as a person accumulating another birthday candle on birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may post another post with the title “presents from love ones” soon, but I’m really tired these days so I really don’t wanna give any words of when I’m gonna publish the stuff. So just let it be at this moment, I’ll find ways to deal with things I have to deal with and things that I’m gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back I received a birthday card from Jia Wen, all the way from Australia. It touches my heart, with the sentimental words and photos. Dear, thanks so much. I want you to know that no matter where you are, you will always be my best friend.  I’ll always be there for you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5665899825262069644?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5665899825262069644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5665899825262069644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5665899825262069644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5665899825262069644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/07/kinda-occupied-lately.html' title='Kinda occupied lately'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-6965666389000140193</id><published>2009-07-22T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:30:03.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci Beaucoup!</title><content type='html'>Few weeks back, I filled up a survey form. At the personal particulars sections, there's a column where you state your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-19  []&lt;br /&gt;20-25 [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kinda frustrated, thinking of how should i state my age. Females are typically discreet about age matters, and it's a valid excuse for me to be bothered bout this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a memorable birthday this year. Two days before the day of my birth anniversary (aka birthday) Lin, Shing Tsu and me went to JJ for my pre-birthday celebration. I was really touched and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXmbxZbpAI/AAAAAAAAA88/9hojN6gMqkY/s400/DSC03151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXmbxZbpAI/AAAAAAAAA88/9hojN6gMqkY/s400/DSC03151.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXmb00a3vI/AAAAAAAAA80/lFJ636vNtik/s400/DSC03154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXmb00a3vI/AAAAAAAAA80/lFJ636vNtik/s400/DSC03154.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXlzdrNBDI/AAAAAAAAA8c/tv2Fcg9JqeU/s400/DSC03158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXlzdrNBDI/AAAAAAAAA8c/tv2Fcg9JqeU/s400/DSC03158.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXlz0XJWLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/znBLRFhluSs/s400/DSC03156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXlz0XJWLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/znBLRFhluSs/s400/DSC03156.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXlzsbRaMI/AAAAAAAAA8k/AUyZZi5ALp8/s400/DSC03157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXlzsbRaMI/AAAAAAAAA8k/AUyZZi5ALp8/s400/DSC03157.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweeties! =) And we had great time window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 20th birthday, I received lots of wishes and presents from lovely friends. To me it's like no big deal, it's just a recognition that I'm a year older. (A sad case huh. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might post out some presents I receive for my birthday soon, now I'm kinda occupied with assignments and courseworks. My french language presentation is coming up next, oh god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aged 20 right now, officially. =) Thanks everyone for all the wishes and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Merci beaucoup!&lt;br /&gt;(Which means "Thanks so much" in french)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-6965666389000140193?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/6965666389000140193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=6965666389000140193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6965666389000140193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6965666389000140193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/07/merci-beaucoup.html' title='Merci Beaucoup!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1cjZjwBlIDk/SmXmbxZbpAI/AAAAAAAAA88/9hojN6gMqkY/s72-c/DSC03151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2717636703729626609</id><published>2009-07-10T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:39:53.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C’est la vie.</title><content type='html'>There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that if I hold on tight to beliefs and keep moving on the outcome will be rewarding; well at least encouraging. And what do I receive in the end, I don’t really know. I always believe that life is doing well on me; I have got great things in life to celebrate since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be someone who really deserves something, something that truly belongs to me without any hesitation. Anyway, there’s nothing much I can do but keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2717636703729626609?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2717636703729626609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2717636703729626609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2717636703729626609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2717636703729626609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/07/cest-la-vie.html' title='C’est la vie.'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5283769222255693041</id><published>2009-07-08T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:46:44.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>At this moment, I’m numb to my thoughts articulation. I couldn’t figure out why though. Perhaps I should not have much expectation, especially people I do not really know, am I being too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be respected, as an individual who really deserves something. Rather than to take over something that is being discarded by people, in other words, leftover that is meant for forsaken people. Especially by people that have got no sense of accountability and fortitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my candid opinion,  at the point of time you take up the responsibility and should you know that you do not have the capacity or interest in it, why not be frank to yourself and everyone that you’re not in the capacity to take the responsibility? And you should have informed people whom you owe responsibility beforehand, rather than overtake without clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of person is pretty okay with everything with only a simple standpoint, I wish to be respected as a person who is there because of something, and not because there are vacancies; particularly vacancies that are thrust aside on unreasonable grounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5283769222255693041?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5283769222255693041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5283769222255693041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5283769222255693041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5283769222255693041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/07/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3992280354852378450</id><published>2009-06-18T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:43:37.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je sui désolé</title><content type='html'>Je sui désolé&lt;br /&gt;(“I’m sorry” in French)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been quite some time since I last updated my blog. Many crapping thoughts emerged to my pooped mindset, hitching through the vessels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the interview, it was the fastest interview that I have gone through so far. SAD director Mr Ang, our SBS Head of School Ms Kho and some other officers were there. They didn’t ask much about me, but more on financial grounds. I’m not really positive if I’m gonna be shortlisted, because I’m already a TARC Merit scholar. And that’s the stumbling block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what the other “institutions” might say, I am already a scholar of the college and opportunities shall be given to those who are needier and deprived. I have got nothing to say, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did post a little poem on serendipity and someone asked me about it. So it goes like this. Few weeks back I wrote a letter to the college regarding my scholarship, in hope that the college will grant me with more fee waiver based on financial and academic grounds. (I knew that it’s not really possible, but still I wanted to give it a try) So I dropped by Mr Lam’s office too, showed him a cover letter, CV, etc. Tears welled in my eyes when Mr Lam said that I will never stand a chance, after he called Ms Say to verify this matter. It was kinda embarrassing, a ridiculous girl cries like a fool in front of her programme supervisor. Well almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time I feel that I should be conscientiousness towards my studies, my future and my life. I want to achieve something on my own, and live a life without regrets. It’s not a miserable plight so please do not feel sorry for me. It’s okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3992280354852378450?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3992280354852378450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3992280354852378450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3992280354852378450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3992280354852378450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/06/je-sui-desole.html' title='Je sui désolé'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-6556235800383508960</id><published>2009-06-03T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:30:25.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unforeseen Interview, at this moment</title><content type='html'>Advance Diploma. I kinda enjoy life at college at the moment. I am very glad and positive about the course I am undertaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not expecting anything else after I have received my result for Diploma. I have tried my best to do whatever I can. While I’m in the midst of recuperating, I received a call from SAD that I am shortlisted for an interview next week. It’s from The Star Education Fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very much stunned, seriously, at this moment. I have submitted my application few months back and I didn’t hear anything since then. (I have already paid the fees for my first semester by the way. Being shortlisted at this time is really surprising) There are times when I really wish to keep this to myself, because I don’t wanna make a big fuss like . HEY I’M GOING FOR AN INTERVIEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the chances are not that high though. I have faced loads of rejections for the past few months, and I think it would be okay for me. (if I could not make it next week) If I’m afraid of rejection and turn downs, I would not have undertaken any applications at the first place. A rejection is nothing more than a necessary step in the pursuit of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be the very last interview, I think. Keep fingers crossed, for the very last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-6556235800383508960?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/6556235800383508960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=6556235800383508960&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6556235800383508960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6556235800383508960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/06/unforeseen-interview-at-this-moment.html' title='An Unforeseen Interview, at this moment'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8815700924015144329</id><published>2009-05-27T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:09:41.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Craving for Serendipity</title><content type='html'>Apologetic beseechingly&lt;br /&gt;Pleading for serendipity and rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing has redeemed her turmoil&lt;br /&gt;Succumbed to the heartbreaking realism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludicrous one may find &lt;br /&gt;To opt for opportunity leads to a miserable plight&lt;br /&gt;A silly hope that her arcane ecstasy shall be lucked&lt;br /&gt;To allure the heart of her parents as well as people who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's okay..&lt;br /&gt;Happenstance that have occurred&lt;br /&gt;Served her well in nurturing different chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Forges with abundant luster&lt;br /&gt;To redeem her bewildered heart&lt;br /&gt;That craves for serendipity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8815700924015144329?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8815700924015144329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8815700924015144329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8815700924015144329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8815700924015144329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/05/craving-for-serendipity.html' title='Craving for Serendipity'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-7520306393371366127</id><published>2009-05-21T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:46:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Uplifting Quotes for a Depressed Heart</title><content type='html'>"Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them -- every day begin the task anew." -Saint Francis de Sales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear [that results] from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl." -Stephan Hoeller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy."- Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good humor is a tonic for mind and body. It is the best antidote for anxiety and depression. It is a business asset. It attracts and keep friends. It lightens human burdens. It is the direct route to serenity and contentment." - Greenville Kleisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." -Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world."- C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the development of love and compassion. The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being." -Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you thought before has led to every choice you have made, and this adds up to you at this moment. If you want to change who you are physically, mentally, and spiritually, you will have to change what you think." -Dr. Patrick Gentempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we are saved by hope.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we are saved by faith.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we are saved by love.&lt;br /&gt;No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as from our own;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we are saved by the final form of love, which is forgiveness."&lt;br /&gt;-Reinhold Niebuhr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."&lt;br /&gt;-Leo Buscaglia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-7520306393371366127?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/7520306393371366127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=7520306393371366127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7520306393371366127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7520306393371366127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-uplifting-quotes-for-depressed-heart.html' title='10 Uplifting Quotes for a Depressed Heart'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-330150283838596033</id><published>2009-05-19T22:08:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:41:16.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil on Genting Trip</title><content type='html'>*Disclaimer*&lt;br /&gt;I do not hold responsibility to any damage caused as a result of reading this post. Please do not have your food or drink while you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were not taken by the blog owner, although the person shown in pictures might is very identical to this blog owner. (Apparently that was me, I swear it wasn't my idea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures and description are quoted directly from Voon's Friendster photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_954080457l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 427px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_954080457l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part1:Nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_734851354l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 427px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_734851354l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part 2: Val appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_989681562l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 425px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_989681562l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part 3: getting far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_643059163l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 426px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_643059163l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part4 :very nice pose wor...haha..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_957013006l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 426px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_957013006l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part 5:gOing somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_770579897l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 399px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_770579897l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part6: Where she gO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_558527221l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 426px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_558527221l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_905806713l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 394px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/37/17/22537173/1_905806713l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't beat me. I know it is very puffed up. Do I look like one has overweening pride and narcissistic to take those pictures? No right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Denying with much confident*&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who assorted to Voon's camera obsession. I was innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded the pictures to Facebook, rather than blog as it's really difficult to post so many pictures here. There were a lot of fun and wild moments, which I think it happened at the last night of our stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: If you notice any one in the videos that is very identical to me, it's not me. That was, erm.. somebody else. (In another words, yes it was me. I was forced)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/ShK-PKHo2bI/AAAAAAAABTc/XoLvsowvZIU/s1600-h/IMG_9198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/ShK-PKHo2bI/AAAAAAAABTc/XoLvsowvZIU/s320/IMG_9198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337537676011166130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone forced me to check my height with it, which was meant for kids. Obviously I'm higher than 153cm and I'm not a kid. *swt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/ShK_Ihr4RII/AAAAAAAABTk/kklKjwn55gw/s1600-h/IMG_9185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/ShK_Ihr4RII/AAAAAAAABTk/kklKjwn55gw/s320/IMG_9185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337538661589730434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five of us after watching Dreamz. Pity Cheok Leong, he said his skin tone was too dark to be noticed in the photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know. Taking photo with white lion is kinda expensive. So we figured out a budget-free method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/ShK-PDomKpI/AAAAAAAABTU/vANCQ_s9zKI/s1600-h/IMG_9192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/ShK-PDomKpI/AAAAAAAABTU/vANCQ_s9zKI/s320/IMG_9192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337537674270354066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take pictures with White Lion poster.&lt;br /&gt;See? Cost Free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-330150283838596033?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/330150283838596033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=330150283838596033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/330150283838596033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/330150283838596033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/05/lil-on-genting-trip.html' title='A lil on Genting Trip'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/ShK-PKHo2bI/AAAAAAAABTc/XoLvsowvZIU/s72-c/IMG_9198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-9184010499068964965</id><published>2009-05-12T09:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:36:31.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Tired</title><content type='html'>I am.. I am.. VERY EXHAUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite sometime since I last updated my blog. So okay, I'm back for Charm in Isetan KLCC. And I'm having two days leave for my trip to Genting with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be agitated right now but I'm feeling damn tired. It's like.. I have not slept for ages since last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-9184010499068964965?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/9184010499068964965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=9184010499068964965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9184010499068964965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9184010499068964965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn-tired.html' title='Damn Tired'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8160334370898709976</id><published>2009-04-30T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:36:49.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marveled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sfh7cCxpWZI/AAAAAAAABSk/rOjLQw-bqGM/s1600-h/87f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sfh7cCxpWZI/AAAAAAAABSk/rOjLQw-bqGM/s320/87f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330145880704637330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have just watched The Devil Wears Prada. I am always a century behind the trend, I know. In fact I have not watched High School Musical 3, yet. And Confession of Shopaholic. :( Anyway back to the story, I just grasp a feeling that cling with my contemplation. And it makes me wonder, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not only about you, and it’s not about me. It’s about other people that we live with, people we love. As people cling on to one SELF, one will believe that his or her life sucks big time more than anyone else in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I have to face this in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why cant people just be more understanding to understand the ordeal that I’m going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody understands my predicament, it feels like dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough with people like this. There are times I really wanna say “Stop the fuss and live with it. Be like a grown up person.” But it never happened to me that I would talk to people with such gesture. You know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t wanna make the fuss out of little matters. It’s not the matter that I don’t wanna share, I’m not egocentric. But sometimes it feels even worse when people is sedating with reassuring words. It dampens everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I just need someone to tap on my shoulder and say "You're doing great today".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8160334370898709976?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8160334370898709976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8160334370898709976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8160334370898709976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8160334370898709976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/marveled.html' title='Marveled.'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sfh7cCxpWZI/AAAAAAAABSk/rOjLQw-bqGM/s72-c/87f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3119389611687673031</id><published>2009-04-27T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:01:34.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Red Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although your academic results and qualifications are impressive; however, we are regret to inform that the Foundation has extended the opportunity to other candidates who are more in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once again, we thank you for your application and efforts. We wish you every success in your future academics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look things at the bright side, being sanguine at all opportunities. However this time, it didn’t hit me much. I didn’t feel anything much about it, except for.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was I not in need as much as others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentence hits me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3119389611687673031?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3119389611687673031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3119389611687673031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3119389611687673031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3119389611687673031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-red-light.html' title='Another Red Light'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5040312009413036231</id><published>2009-04-25T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:38:08.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Rain</title><content type='html'>When you get caught in the rain with no where to run&lt;br /&gt;When you're distraught and in pain without anyone&lt;br /&gt;When you keep crying out to be saved&lt;br /&gt;But nobody comes and you feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;That you just can't find your way home&lt;br /&gt;You can get there alone&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, what you say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can stand up once again on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I live one more day and I make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you keep falling down don't you dare give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You will arise safe and sound, so keep pressing on steadfastly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you'll find what you need to prevail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I can stand up once again on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day and I make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the rain blows, as shadows grow close don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's nothing you can't face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And should they tell you you'll never pull through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't hesitate, stand tall and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can stand up once again on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I live one more day and I make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;And I stand up once again&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day&lt;br /&gt;And I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;(Yes you can)&lt;br /&gt;You will make it through the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5040312009413036231?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5040312009413036231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5040312009413036231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5040312009413036231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5040312009413036231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/through-rain.html' title='Through the Rain'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-9002894598923404896</id><published>2009-04-20T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:30:00.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview &amp; Scholarship</title><content type='html'>As the saying goes, there is no free lunch in this world. The better ones will have priority over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what I've been through for the past few years, I learned that I should not put on high hopes. On the other hand, I understand that I should be vigilant of opportunities available and never give up. If I couldn't bear the rejection, I shouldn't have applied for scholarship at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled how excited I was when I received phone call from the HR manager. She's such a nice lady, she congratulated me. After the interview, I feel like being evoked to the realism of competition. They told me that I will be informed for another interview if I'm shortlisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I'll be shortlisted, but if I am not.. it's okay, I'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;I should not put on high hopes, I'll just keep fingers crossed. If I'm not shortlisted, I'm going to be a person better than yesterday and prove to the world that "You all will regret for not choosing me".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-9002894598923404896?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/9002894598923404896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=9002894598923404896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9002894598923404896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9002894598923404896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/interview-scholarship.html' title='Interview &amp; Scholarship'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-9062655959651726306</id><published>2009-04-16T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:58:29.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A call that made my day!</title><content type='html'>The last day of my Diploma, after Tamadun exam and MYOB external exam this Saturday I'm going to be a free bird. Well, at least free for a month as Advance Diploma is commencing next month. Going to write a final review of my two years of studies in TARC after exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from Lion Group yesterday after office hour at 7pm. To my surprise it was the HR manager, she verified my email and told me I'm shortlisted to go for an interview next Monday. I was so really glad! Hooray, I'm going for an interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I succeed in this interview, it's going to make a difference in my studies as well as my career path. Keep fingers crossed for my exams this Saturday and my interview on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pss*&lt;br /&gt;Mum said I should wear my G2000 blouse next Monday, which I think it's too cute for the interview =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SagEz0302bI/AAAAAAAABNw/uk_Ag_NdISU/s320/IMG_8685.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SagEz0302bI/AAAAAAAABNw/uk_Ag_NdISU/s320/IMG_8685.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-9062655959651726306?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/9062655959651726306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=9062655959651726306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9062655959651726306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9062655959651726306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/call-that-made-my-day.html' title='A call that made my day!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SagEz0302bI/AAAAAAAABNw/uk_Ag_NdISU/s72-c/IMG_8685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5764474146857780344</id><published>2009-04-15T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:17:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>People surrounding me are in a tensed ambiance lately. The apprehension could penetrate and infiltrate  through the concealment of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5764474146857780344?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5764474146857780344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5764474146857780344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5764474146857780344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5764474146857780344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2072230745881802113</id><published>2009-04-12T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:46:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st, Sze Jian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SeIS0YyxR4I/AAAAAAAABSc/pfEJzJ7cmyg/s1600-h/sj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SeIS0YyxR4I/AAAAAAAABSc/pfEJzJ7cmyg/s320/sj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323838400723240834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing there. I hope things are fine over there. Speaking here, Jay Chou has came out with quite a lot of new songs lately. (Sorry I couldnt share much because it's been quite a while since I last catched up with Chinese songs) Yeah he's doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped by your friendster profile, everything is still there. Your wallpaper,  your Jay Chou song, pictures, the Sze Jian kind of feeling. "Yo, whatssssuup!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on with quite a lot of stuff lately. I have undergone my NS, currently still doing my Diploma. Gonna commence Advance Diploma next month. I'm sure everyone here does the same thing, we all move on. How about you. What are you up to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time already since we last spoke. I can't recall when, could you recall? I guess the last time was in my dreams few years ago. You've been a special friend to me, from the bottom of my heart I'm really glad that I have met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time elapses, never our friendship. And you are always special to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st birthday Sze Jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My eyes are welled and it kinda soaked through my nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2072230745881802113?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2072230745881802113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2072230745881802113&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2072230745881802113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2072230745881802113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-21st-sze-jian.html' title='Happy 21st, Sze Jian'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SeIS0YyxR4I/AAAAAAAABSc/pfEJzJ7cmyg/s72-c/sj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5275911629032285327</id><published>2009-04-10T17:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:53:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna have groupies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be on TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be on magazines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fresh and clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Number one chick when I step out on the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(By Pussycat dolls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I count my birthday candles, I realised that life is more complicated as it seems. I start to think what, why, how, things happen. I start to question, the rationale behind everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I thought my dad owns a bank/ATM machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sd92ClilMkI/AAAAAAAABSU/Jj1FaoHxvmw/s1600-h/ase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sd92ClilMkI/AAAAAAAABSU/Jj1FaoHxvmw/s320/ase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323103071384187458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perspective towards life was easy back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I realised there are constraints that forbid us to move on. Whether it is pleasing or not, we have got no choice. Sometimes it's not about pleasing ourselves, we don't have precedence over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I realised making decision is bloodcurdling as if it's a macabre. To make a decision we need guts, to move on and to bear with it. Also, taking into consideration our commitments, whether our decision that will lead towards a better living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I don't wish to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5275911629032285327?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5275911629032285327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5275911629032285327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5275911629032285327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5275911629032285327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sd92ClilMkI/AAAAAAAABSU/Jj1FaoHxvmw/s72-c/ase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-7495740323225241684</id><published>2009-04-09T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:06:11.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo - Beyonce Knowles</title><content type='html'>Remember those walls I built&lt;br /&gt;Well, baby they're tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And they didn't even put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even make up a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to let you in&lt;br /&gt;But I never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light of your halo&lt;br /&gt;I got my angel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breakin'&lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never fall again&lt;br /&gt;But this don't even feel like falling&lt;br /&gt;Gravity can't forget&lt;br /&gt;To pull me back to the ground again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breakin'&lt;br /&gt;The risk that I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-7495740323225241684?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/7495740323225241684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=7495740323225241684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7495740323225241684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7495740323225241684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/halo-beyonce-knowles.html' title='Halo - Beyonce Knowles'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4609178215171179204</id><published>2009-04-07T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:36:32.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Alex's BFM Interview</title><content type='html'>I was in lecture hall and received a SMS by Mr Alex, my ex-boss. He told me that he will be interviewed by BFM at 10am. I was like, WOW! I listened to BFM interviews and I love them, they are really enriching and infomative to the current biz phenomena; makes one sound like a real business savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do know that I have worked for &lt;a href="http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/charm.html"&gt;Charm&lt;/a&gt; for a while, Mr Alex is the designer and the director of the company. Do check my post if you wanna know my daily review of my experience at Charm, promise you won't laugh okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to library and listened BFM online. I was really surprised that Mr Alex said he got his inspiration through loads of stuff, including politics. (I wonder what's shoe design in his mind when he thinks about our new PM, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with my blabbing, check out the link below for the interview. It's really a great interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bfm.my/Malaysian-Shoes-are-of-International-Standards-Alex-Koh-Shoe-Designer-for-Gisele-Black-and-Charm.html?searched=alex+koh&amp;amp;advsearch=oneword&amp;amp;highlight=ajaxSearch_highlight+ajaxSearch_highlight1+ajaxSearch_highlight2"&gt;Click here for the Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4609178215171179204?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4609178215171179204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4609178215171179204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4609178215171179204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4609178215171179204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-alexs-bfm-interview.html' title='Mr Alex&apos;s BFM Interview'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2070045182119877091</id><published>2009-04-06T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:12:29.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Dont Cling</title><content type='html'>Things don't cling on much these days but I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good in expressing things at times, I would not hang a notice on my chest saying "Stressful person is here" and hold it out to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SdjSDPiZl0I/AAAAAAAABSE/KGr_AEPTWAQ/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SdjSDPiZl0I/AAAAAAAABSE/KGr_AEPTWAQ/s320/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321233912890496834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As in Leona Lewis's "YESTERDAY"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should be thankful for everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven knows what the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or at least how the story goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2070045182119877091?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2070045182119877091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2070045182119877091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2070045182119877091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2070045182119877091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-dont-cling-on-much-these-days.html' title='Things Dont Cling'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SdjSDPiZl0I/AAAAAAAABSE/KGr_AEPTWAQ/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-6726408863105043912</id><published>2009-04-05T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:54:26.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you MY BRO</title><content type='html'>YK, I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate that a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-6726408863105043912?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/6726408863105043912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=6726408863105043912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6726408863105043912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6726408863105043912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-my-bro.html' title='Thank you MY BRO'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-775876755599860782</id><published>2009-04-02T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:10:32.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It will also set out to find out whether the programme will be continued or stopped as there have been calls for it to be discontinued," he told reporters after officially opened this year's second batch of NS trainees at Cahaya Gemilang camp in Cherating here Thursday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/4/2/nation/20090402142145&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Service, it's very mesmerising I must say. Looking back, it's been like three years already. I received the notice letter on December 2006. (Checked through my very very old post and found this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1059/1971/1600/331024/Picture%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1059/1971/1600/331024/Picture%2811%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been quite some time already. How I responded to the news, how I felt about NS, how suffering it was, how pampered I was. I couldn't comment much on the modules, that time I felt the modules were quite boring and holds nothing much. Few years later, today I find that I miss those modules a lot. I don't know why, I just miss the feeling of togetherness in our uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SdToYhgt6fI/AAAAAAAABR0/KAAqZqruYiQ/s1600-h/737402915l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SdToYhgt6fI/AAAAAAAABR0/KAAqZqruYiQ/s320/737402915l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320132567841499634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celoreng uniform, postman uniform, sports uniform. I still have my postman pants sized 34 with me, my sister is wearing it at the moment for her Pandu Puteri. It's oversized, and I have to use a belt to hold the pants tight, else it will just fell off. I miss those days where we can hear the sound of polishing our boots in our dorm P7. We really had to polish it "kaw kaw" and make it as shinny as possible. Don't play around with the coaches, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dorm P7, where nightmares took place. Always kena tsunami where Cikgu Ina tend to punish us marching with blanket in the midst of night. (Wearing blanket like sarung and march with it) One small mistake and everyone of us will be punished. We had to be aware of TSUNAMI at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTS = Tidur Tempat Sendiri = Tidur Tanpa Suami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Cikgu Ina heard different interpretation of TTS, and she punished all of us for being irrespectful. (Like that also kena, aiyor. Btw I had no idea who said it, suddenly felt like being punished innocently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is worst is, I have a pet there. A cockroach. IT'S THE WORST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED ON ME, I swear. The cockroach loved my cupboard, not others but mine only. I chased and threw it out, the next day when I open my cupboard it jumps out of the cupboard and I yelled. It happens almost everyday, until the day when Kati (my sayang) stepped and killed it. *amitabha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our camp wasn't the best place with facilities, honestly speaking I think other camps are better than ours. In terms of quality, the gov seriously need to change their uniform suppliers. (shoes and pants tend to be worn out very easily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SdToY4wI6GI/AAAAAAAABR8/TPy-6EGWwXE/s1600-h/801795747l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SdToY4wI6GI/AAAAAAAABR8/TPy-6EGWwXE/s320/801795747l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320132574080198754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time in my life where I was really on my own. I phoned back home every Friday with tears soaking my eyes. I told my mum how much I missed her buns and her cooking. They knew my problems with cockroach and sent me some "anti-cockcroach" pills. I realised how weak I was without my parents. (The pills didnt work anyway, that's why it was a nightmare for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends there too. How we worked things out, how we enjoyed our instant noodle in our leisure room in front of TV, how we shared things with each other, how we counted down for the last day of NS. Everything, you all completed my NS life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my NS poem in my old post, written by me after I found out I was chosen. (feels kinda funny when I read my masterpiece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Date written: 22 July 2006)&lt;br /&gt;Light dimming and flicking unexpected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The night is so cold and lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the radar, they can't find evidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to why it was I that God chose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stumbling down my chosen path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm learning to fly and be a strong gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll persevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll continue walking, hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are given the strength and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ability to endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Granted the grace to pursue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piety and persistent purity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full of hugs and laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filled with sparkles and twirls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dream comes true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one to blame or sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God knows all, hears all, and sees all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not a punishment of any kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no one's fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was what he had planned us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A better way of which he sought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets all hold hands and make amends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With no despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together we make this world a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-775876755599860782?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/775876755599860782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=775876755599860782&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/775876755599860782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/775876755599860782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/ns-reminiscence.html' title='NS Reminiscence'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SdToYhgt6fI/AAAAAAAABR0/KAAqZqruYiQ/s72-c/737402915l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8350583918195120828</id><published>2009-04-02T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:06:24.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons for everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More supplements. Learned about the correct body posture and the importance of nutrients in our body bone structure. We need a new vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Kelantan mixed rice, mamak stall's food. Kinda like to drink 100 plus after doing house chores, feels like "ahh! so great!" Agreed with mum, we seriously need a new vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never buy expensive formal clothes, no Padini, no G2000. So unlucky for him, he has a sister who is incompetent in dealing with his laundries; especially when it comes to branded and expensive clothes. Better wash it yourself, or don't wash. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time dealing with laundries, claimed that she will do anything for me as long as I help with her laundries. Apparently she finds it rather suffering and exhausting. She took more than an hour to deal with few garments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undergone house chores, everything.  Been waiting for calls these days but no one has rung. Uphold the drive for scholarship, realised the impact and significance of scholarship. Determined to work hard, wanted to succeed in CIMA and provide a better living for family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8350583918195120828?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8350583918195120828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8350583918195120828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8350583918195120828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8350583918195120828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-for-everyone.html' title='Lessons for everyone'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3324477245311584468</id><published>2009-03-27T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:11:16.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camouflage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SczpBLn05LI/AAAAAAAABRs/s00wnvmHcOc/s1600-h/Happy_Tears_by_GreyFox785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SczpBLn05LI/AAAAAAAABRs/s00wnvmHcOc/s320/Happy_Tears_by_GreyFox785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881466526688434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't really like concealing things are alright when they are not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at it, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3324477245311584468?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3324477245311584468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3324477245311584468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3324477245311584468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3324477245311584468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/camouflage.html' title='Camouflage'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SczpBLn05LI/AAAAAAAABRs/s00wnvmHcOc/s72-c/Happy_Tears_by_GreyFox785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2419260173697627275</id><published>2009-03-25T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:47:36.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing for one</title><content type='html'>What I have been through these days, have corroborated my fortitude with much vigor. I’m longing for a scholarship more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need one to, at least, release my parents burden. If I were given a chance and opportunity, I’d turn things around. I will provide the best medication and a better living for my parents and people surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not only about achieving what we want, it holds much more than that; How we're going to preserve it, how we're going to sustain what we own right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2419260173697627275?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2419260173697627275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2419260173697627275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2419260173697627275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2419260173697627275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/longing-for-one.html' title='Longing for one'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5848790126688418645</id><published>2009-03-19T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:19:30.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows</title><content type='html'>Negation and Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Attest no indication of giving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I could be there grinning&lt;br /&gt;With sanguine attitude about life and challenges&lt;br /&gt;But who knows one day I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Who knows one day when we wake up&lt;br /&gt;Everything we grasped could be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows one day we could injure our spine&lt;br /&gt;And who knows we would have to spend few months&lt;br /&gt;Going through physiotherapy and treatments&lt;br /&gt;Aching at back and could barely walk&lt;br /&gt;Who knows that it could cost our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows&lt;br /&gt;We could live for another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5848790126688418645?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5848790126688418645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5848790126688418645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5848790126688418645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5848790126688418645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-knows.html' title='Who knows'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4852642079445695172</id><published>2009-03-18T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:00:29.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Gawking with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Hope shrouded underneath the envelope&lt;br /&gt;Something that I have been craving&lt;br /&gt;For such a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olge of hope&lt;br /&gt;Filled with blessing and luster&lt;br /&gt;I hold it close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;And dropped it into the letterbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to work this time&lt;br /&gt;I speak to myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4852642079445695172?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4852642079445695172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4852642079445695172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4852642079445695172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4852642079445695172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5605979956986516601</id><published>2009-03-16T14:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:30:47.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skynet Service SUCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sb3z1mleu2I/AAAAAAAABRU/PPNX2Au21u0/s1600-h/skynet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sb3z1mleu2I/AAAAAAAABRU/PPNX2Au21u0/s320/skynet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313671237583420258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skynet. Express Carrier of Choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid of sharing my feedback as a customer here, I hope everyone who surf Google for "Skynet" will find my blog here. I am a customer and I have paid for courier service and yet received unsatisfying service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time, I have had enough. Few months back, Skynet Melawati swapped my parcel with another company's parcel. I received a parcel, the slip was addressed to me but with things inside that did not belong to me. There were an invoice from other company, addressed to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, another person got my parcel and I got hers. Sending from different companies. How can a courier company make such mistake? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if confidential things were swapped? We're paying extra but not getting the right service, well at least, GETTING THE RIGHT PARCEL.&lt;/span&gt; Fine. In the end, we settled and exchanged the parcel back which I decided not to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I bought my ampoules; Tracking number NO: 201337366930. Ladies should know how precious ampoules are. My parcel arrived today. It was wrapped nicely, with quite a lot of layers of newspaper with a "fragile" sticker at the parcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unwrapped it. At the corner of the newspaper, it feels wet. At the end, what I saw was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sb3z1-NssOI/AAAAAAAABRc/ufq0PuknH-E/s1600-h/IMG_8997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sb3z1-NssOI/AAAAAAAABRc/ufq0PuknH-E/s320/IMG_8997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313671243926122722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my ampoules was broken. It had just been broken few moments ago when the delivery boy sent, I felt the dampness when I opened the parcel. My ampoule box ended up dyed and soaked in bloody red colour. I felt so dissapointed with Skynet. I called the customer service line, and apparently I did not get a friendly reply from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sender, company whom I bought my stuff from is rather dissapointed with Skynet too. I asked the company if they have dealt with Skynet and how is the procedure like to complain. The lady in charge told me once she claimed a parcel from Skynet, and it tooks about few months to claim with loads of procedures. From her experience, she phoned quite a lot of times and have to push like madly to claim a parcel. (which is not worth her effort, she felt quite pissed off while claiming the parcel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wait for few months, just to claim for a broken ampoule. I don't wanna ruin my mood for the next few months phoning Skynet everyday and said "Hey, I want claim for my damaged parcel!" I have paid extra for courier service, and for twice I did not receive satisfying service; swapping parcel is unpardonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mind you, I'm a full time online shopper and I do loads of online shopping more than you expected, I know about shipping service. I am also building up my own online boutique, which I might need to engage a courier company for service. Skynet will NEVER be my choice for courier service, for casual or for business purpose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope by blogging here, everyone reads this. This is Skynet, the worst and the most inefficient courier service I have ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SkyNet, I hope you read this. Should you need any further reference of what have happened, email me at valerie_lyw@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5605979956986516601?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5605979956986516601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5605979956986516601&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5605979956986516601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5605979956986516601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/skynet-sucks.html' title='Skynet Service SUCKS'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sb3z1mleu2I/AAAAAAAABRU/PPNX2Au21u0/s72-c/skynet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4297096295615840494</id><published>2009-03-15T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:35:00.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sbk7ZCDekaI/AAAAAAAABRM/KVBQ7ckQwE4/s1600-h/IMG_8948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sbk7ZCDekaI/AAAAAAAABRM/KVBQ7ckQwE4/s320/IMG_8948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312342536694436258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should have posted this last week, I was a bit busy coping with some stuff recently until I have totally forgotten about this. So if you're wondering what on earth is Charm, where I used to work for the past few weeks, here it is. Lot 10, First Floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sbk6XIhv7FI/AAAAAAAABP8/UjAC52GnKYs/s1600-h/IMG_8919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sbk6XIhv7FI/AAAAAAAABP8/UjAC52GnKYs/s320/IMG_8919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312341404560649298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sbk6pEkVH2I/AAAAAAAABQs/uJnHpkPrWvw/s1600-h/IMG_8941.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/_QeqDecwBikA/Sbk6pEkVH2I/AAAAAAAABQs/uJnHpkPrWvw/s320/IMG_8941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312341712735379298" border="0" 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4297096295615840494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4297096295615840494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/charm.html' title='Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/Sbk7ZCDekaI/AAAAAAAABRM/KVBQ7ckQwE4/s72-c/IMG_8948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5837909157768910324</id><published>2009-03-11T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:04:59.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Be</title><content type='html'>There's nothing I could say to you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I could ever do to make you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;All the pain, the tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;Still you never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And now I know how far you'd go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I let you down&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like that now&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be all that you want&lt;br /&gt;And get myself together&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make everything okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I had everything&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what life could bring&lt;br /&gt;But now I see, honestly&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing I got right&lt;br /&gt;The only one I let inside&lt;br /&gt;Now I can breathe cause you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I let you down&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn it all around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be all that you want&lt;br /&gt;And get myself together&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make everything okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna ever ever let you leave&lt;br /&gt;You're all I've got&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want&lt;br /&gt;And without you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;I could never ever live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Here with me do you see&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be all that you want&lt;br /&gt;And get myself together&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;All my life (my life)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you forever (forever)&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make everything okay (okay)&lt;br /&gt;I will be all that you want (I'll be)&lt;br /&gt;And get myself together (get myself together)&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my life&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make everything okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5837909157768910324?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5837909157768910324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-6485710474400592723</id><published>2009-03-08T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:27:30.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Me</title><content type='html'>I have been optimistic, I'm speaking encouraging words. You might think I'm out of my mind now. I do care about my results, but this time I'm not clinging to the prospect, or in other words - belief that I'll achieve what as expected. I'm feeling pretty fine actually, and I have just finished my CV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write my CV, I feel quite contented. It's not like I have won any celebrated awards nor I'm  good at sports. I wrote quite a lot of things at "Curricular Activities Involved" section. Looking back, I was like.. WOW I CANT BELIEVE I HAVE DONE THAT. I feel really happy about the fact that I was given such opportunity to be involved in so many activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have done better in studies if I were to concentrate more on my grades, I thought. But thinking it again, if I given a choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CGPA 4.0, no curricular activities involved&lt;br /&gt;2. Average CGPA, loads of curricular activities involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go for the second one. Not getting A is not the end of everything, I have earned much more that is of unrivaled existence. I know there are loads of excellent students scoring good grades like 4.0, this and that. This is me, and I never regret my decision. Many people out there have better grades than me, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live for anyone, or be like someone.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be me, the typical me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-6485710474400592723?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/6485710474400592723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=6485710474400592723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6485710474400592723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6485710474400592723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/me.html' title='The Me'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1275020787683359956</id><published>2009-03-07T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:59:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result Released</title><content type='html'>I don't feel anything at all. It's just, typical result that I always get. Nothing much to cheer or whip, which it's okay for me. I have already used to this, well it's the final semester already. What can I expect, a miracle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried my best already, and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it, end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-1275020787683359956?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1275020787683359956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1275020787683359956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1275020787683359956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1275020787683359956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/result-released.html' title='Result Released'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-9011231907942110500</id><published>2009-03-06T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:37:16.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Few weeks later I would have finished my final semester, and there I am graduating with diploma qualification. I'm truly upset these days, to the fact that I couldn't secure a scholarship for my advance diploma. (Maybe partial of my fees will be waived, don't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For GOD SAKE, you're upset about this?! Do you ever think about how the others might have felt about your result?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, the fact that everyone says so. I don't blame people for saying so, I do know that I'm not a whiz kid that scoring perfecto result. I never expect myself to score something like 4.0. It's just that, everything is turned off against me. The kind of feeling, of a typical person working so hard, wanted so badly to soar for better achievement in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have been very supportive for whatever and everything I do. I'm very moved, really. I don't wanna let them down, the least thing I could do is to ease their burden and score a good result. Having my two siblings studying, I know that life aint easy for my family. I have always tried very hard to ease the burden of my family. The only way I'm going to pursue further is though scholarship, apparently I do not have much choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not grumbling the fact that my family could not afford my studies in overseas or reputable universities. I just feel a bit upset, that I am not given a green light no matter how hard I tried. (I'm still very upset with the JPA thing, even though it has been for two years. Stupid quota thinggy, why aint everyone given a fair chance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, if only I were given a chance to soar. I learn that I should not put on high hopes because eventually the frustration and dissapointment that I'm going to get in return is something that I could not bear to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-9011231907942110500?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/9011231907942110500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=9011231907942110500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9011231907942110500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9011231907942110500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-639939863836639559</id><published>2009-03-03T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:47:20.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back for Charm</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Mr Harry phoned me and said he wanna meet us up for some feedback on our job at Charm. Mr Alex came too and we discussed. He asked us whether we are able to help out for the coming weeks, I told him I could not make it. (To be honest, it is not convenient for me to travel there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at SAD. The CGS new committee members were having meeting at Canteen foyer for the coming Career Fair. They worked really hard, I felt a bit of overwhelming realisation. I grinned, telling myself that I've done my part and now it is up to the new committee members.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Alex called me today and asked if I'm able to work for Charm for these few days because he needs someone to help out urgently. For me, working for Charm is never an issue, but I have transport problem. It's not really convenient for me to travel to Lot 10. (I live on a hill that is not well located with any public transport) Then again, I let myself tranquilize for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna help out Charm. "I sayang kat Charm" just like what Is said. I paused my reading for a moment, I was reading "Shopaholic Takes Manhattan" - yes my favourite Sophie Kinsella shopaholic series! I arranged schedule and pleaded my dad for permission, well acquiescence actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, I'm going to Lot 10 tomorrow and this Friday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYRICS: A little Too Not Over You - David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never crossed my mind at all&lt;br /&gt;That's what I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;What we had has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;You're better off with someone else&lt;br /&gt;It is for the best. I know it is&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories suppose to fade&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off let it go&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Should be strong, moving on&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I regret&lt;br /&gt;Everything I said&lt;br /&gt;No way to take it all back&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;How I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not over you, ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-639939863836639559?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/639939863836639559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=639939863836639559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/639939863836639559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/639939863836639559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-back-for-charm.html' title='Going back for Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5817634784604541752</id><published>2009-03-01T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:59:57.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anesthetised.</title><content type='html'>- Starting final semester soon&lt;br /&gt;- Final exam result is out on this coming Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been anesthetised, emotionally. During this semester break, quite a lot of things took place. A lot of things came to my mind, dreams and aspirations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5817634784604541752?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5817634784604541752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5817634784604541752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5817634784604541752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5817634784604541752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/anesthetised.html' title='Anesthetised.'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5999013730071745002</id><published>2009-03-01T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:11:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Play List</title><content type='html'>I finally updated the music play list at my sidebar. I'm not a modernised person and tend to be out-dated. Yeah you know, time passes and I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;Shayne Ward&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically these are the singers I like, great vocalists. And oh yeah, I love David's new song "A little too not over you". The lyrics will be up soon on next blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NE YO -MAD&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's starin' at me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin', wonderin' what she's thinkin'.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talkin',&lt;br /&gt;'Cause talkin' just turns into screamin'.&lt;br /&gt;And now is I'm yellin' over her,&lt;br /&gt;She's yellin' over me.&lt;br /&gt;All that that means&lt;br /&gt;Is neither of us is listening,&lt;br /&gt;And what's even worse&lt;br /&gt;That we don't even remember why were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;So both of us are &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/n/ne_yo/mad/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mad&lt;/a&gt; for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' (Fighting for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' (Crying for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' (Whoahhh).&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' (No not for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love like what we got.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed (Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed (Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me upset, girl&lt;br /&gt;When you're constantly accusing.&lt;br /&gt;(Askin' questions like you've already known).&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting this war, baby&lt;br /&gt;When both of us are losing.&lt;br /&gt;(This ain't the way that love is supposed to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to working it out&lt;br /&gt;We've fall into this place&lt;br /&gt;Where you ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't backin' down.&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell do we do now...&lt;br /&gt;It's all for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' (Fighting for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' (Crying for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' (Whoahhh).&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' (No not for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love like what we got.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain...&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed (Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed (Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby this love ain't gonna be perfect&lt;br /&gt;And just how good it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;We can fuss and we can fight&lt;br /&gt;Long as everything alright between us&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're gonna be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed (Mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at you),&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed (Mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5999013730071745002?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5999013730071745002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5999013730071745002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5999013730071745002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5999013730071745002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/03/updated-play-list.html' title='Updated Play List'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2163812228326699522</id><published>2009-02-28T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:03:21.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerie - Mark Ronson</title><content type='html'>Out of no where I found this song, yes I know is my name. I could not stop giggling when I hear the song, feel a bit uncomfortable when I hear of my name, in that kind of music genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check out youtube to hear the song, it's so so so so.. I don't know how to say. *sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water&lt;br /&gt;And I think of all the things&lt;br /&gt;What you're doing and in my head I make a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess&lt;br /&gt;And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come on over Valerie, Valerie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have to go to jail&lt;br /&gt;Put your house on up for sale, did you get a good lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't catch a tan&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find the right man who'll fix it for you&lt;br /&gt;Are you shopping anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Changed the colour of your hair, are you busy?&lt;br /&gt;And did you have to pay the fine you were dodging all the time are you still dizzy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess&lt;br /&gt;And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come on over Valerie, Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;Valerie, Valerie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water&lt;br /&gt;And I think of all the things&lt;br /&gt;What you're doing and in my head I make a picture'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess&lt;br /&gt;And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come on over Valerie, Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;Valerie, Valerie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Valerie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2163812228326699522?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2163812228326699522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2163812228326699522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2163812228326699522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2163812228326699522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/valerie-mark-ronson.html' title='Valerie - Mark Ronson'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4446859567510267671</id><published>2009-02-26T23:38:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:36:39.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th Day at Charm (Overview Too)</title><content type='html'>The last day! The crowd today wasn't very encouraging, have to push the sales a lot. Isetan operates until 7pm today due to the sales bazaar that will take place on the next day. We went home about 9.30 something after we have finished packaging the stocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot soles are really painful, my heels broken yesterday while we were packing the stocks. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERVIEW&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might be in awe with questioning mind, what have happened to my semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a to-do list for my semester break. (I do have, lol) Then Mr Harry told me about his friend looking for part timers for Charm shoes. I have not heard of Charm to be honest, at first I wasn't that sure about the job because being part time promoter for shoes aint easy. Furthermore, it does not sound like a typical part time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Out-spoken, dynamic with vibrant personality students are required"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Mr Harry told me, he gave me Mr Alex contact number and I contacted him. I thought he was freelance agent, to my surprise I was actually talking to the director and designer of the company. I was like.. OMG. After talking to him, I find the job rather interesting and I took up the offer. The pay rate wasn't the first thing in my mind (do not ask me about the pay rate, lol), I'm more concerned about the brand and job scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I'm not interested in typical promoters job, doing monotonous task all day long. If I really wanna earn loads of money, I could have found part time job before the semester break commences. The reason I took up the offer is because I find that the brand and job scope is rather interesting. Of course I'm not talking about climbing the shoe racks, standing for long hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SalZ9SogmPI/AAAAAAAABOI/WqDRNWF8imw/s1600-h/IMG_8689.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SalZ9SogmPI/AAAAAAAABOI/WqDRNWF8imw/s320/IMG_8689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307872545341479154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SagEz0302bI/AAAAAAAABNw/uk_Ag_NdISU/s1600-h/IMG_8685.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SagEz0302bI/AAAAAAAABNw/uk_Ag_NdISU/s320/IMG_8685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307497449268763058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the G2000 blouse that I have mentioned. Cute right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for Charm is something really different. Mr Alex is down-to-earth, supportive and enthusiastic. The best word to describe him is "go-getter". He is very supportive with cheering encouragement and tend to check out our progress from time to time. As well as Is (our abang) too. It's really fun working for Charm, the first time I find that working as shoes promoter is intriguing. I wake up everyday and tell myself that "It's a brand new day today, we're going to achieve better sales today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our job is to promote and convince customers to try the shoes. It aint easy to convince customers who are afraid of heels to try on the heels. The best publicity tool for a product is the product itself. Charm is a local brand and is still developing in Malaysia market. (It is developed in overseas and most of the products are meant for overseas market, with outlets in overseas too) The shoes are really comfortable and stable, not to mention that the designs are very unique. Pricing is very reasonable and worth for the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SagKLUBZO5I/AAAAAAAABOA/qyCuFg1UL-0/s1600-h/6a00d8345157d269e200e54f1d64f98834-640wi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SagKLUBZO5I/AAAAAAAABOA/qyCuFg1UL-0/s320/6a00d8345157d269e200e54f1d64f98834-640wi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307503350325525394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We approach customers, recommend and convince customers to try the shoes. Once they have tried, they feel very surprised and convinced that the shoes are very stable and comfortable. Most of them are shocked "OMG, you sure is local brand? It's so nice!" There was a customer, she was not planning to buy shoes and I have convinced her to buy a "kulit ular" shoes. She was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyo kulit ular? Ah Kak dah tua tak berani nak pakai lah"&lt;br /&gt;"Kak, this is the best selling designs we have. Tak ape kak, kak cuba pakai dan rasa dulu. Colour ini senang match dengan seluar atau baju kurung. Designnya simple tapi unique, kak pasti akan suka."&lt;br /&gt;"Ehh, stable pulak kasut ni, selesa bila pakai. Colour macam lawa juga.. OK nak ni!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really to hard to find true friends, same goes to shoes that will fit well. We're not only doing promotion for 9 days but we are promoting the brand to KL customers, we believe that there will be return customers that will support Charm in long term. (Do check out Charm outlet in Lot10 first floor) It aint easy, really. It is a tiring task, yet I feel contented and delighted when customers found shoes that fit them well with best comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Charm, I do not mind working extra hours. I am glad that I took up the offer. Although my foot soles ache and I have dark circles due to insufficient sleep, I never regret the decision that I have took up the offer. Thanks to Mr Alex for giving us this opportunity and encouragement, Is and many other people who have provided guidance and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in this brand, I believe that in sometime near the future Charm brand will be well celebrated with thriving business. We have done our best for this promotion, I wish all the best for Charm. I will always be a Charm supporter. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4446859567510267671?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4446859567510267671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4446859567510267671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4446859567510267671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4446859567510267671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/9th-day-at-charm-overview-too.html' title='9th Day at Charm (Overview Too)'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SalZ9SogmPI/AAAAAAAABOI/WqDRNWF8imw/s72-c/IMG_8689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2750205924379963889</id><published>2009-02-25T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:41:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th Day at Charm</title><content type='html'>The second last day, great sales we have achieved today! Yeahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can achieve similar result for tomorrow, we have high chances to meet our target. Well to be honest, it's not about whether we will get incentive or not, to me it's okay. I just hope that Charm brand is able to excel and be in high repute, hopefully globally in sometime near the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a critical day for our turnover, I'm doing full time tomorrow. (Going to sleep early today and wake up early tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do it!! GO GO GO!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2750205924379963889?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2750205924379963889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2750205924379963889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2750205924379963889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2750205924379963889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/8th-day-at-charm.html' title='8th Day at Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5968325649329511466</id><published>2009-02-24T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:47:00.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Day at Charm</title><content type='html'>Is (kita punya abang) is on leave today. We had some issues with the stocks, he did not pick up my call this afternoon, I got no choice but to contact Mr Alex directly. I know he's a busy person, I didn't want to disturb him. *felt a bit bad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mike took the stocks for us, we felt delighted that the stocks have arrived. 4 pairs of shoes for tomorrow's sales! Our sales is slightly better than yesterday's, quite okay I guess. Whether it meets our target, I'm not sure. We tried very hard to push the sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that our timetable is out already. Quite okay, I'm still kinda blur actually of what's going on. Must have been too indulged with selling shoes recently. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5968325649329511466?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5968325649329511466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5968325649329511466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5968325649329511466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5968325649329511466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/7th-day-at-charm.html' title='7th Day at Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1829944925978271592</id><published>2009-02-23T00:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:16:25.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Day at Charm</title><content type='html'>Too tired to blog, I'm not feeling well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sales is similar with the first day opening. I'm not sure whether it's good or not, Mr Alex did not ring the bell. So I'm kinda like, are we performing good enough? We try very hard everyday and hope that we are able to achieve target. I know that Mr Alex has high expectation on us and we really want to make him proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well and another thing is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very bad for Is (our abang) because he fell from the racks because of me. He helped me to take CS214 shoes and injured his hand a little. Thank God the wound wasn't that serious. I feel very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began quite well today, but towards the end I'm not feeling well. My throat wasn't feeling well and I'm kinda worn out. About 9pm, I managed to convince a customer from China to buy 4 pairs of shoes and with that transaction we reached the sales figure as per first day. I was like.. PHEW FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min told me that our exam result will be out next Saturday. I have almost forgotten about the fact that I'm an accounting student. I'm too indulged with shoes these days, Charm shoes salesperson. I'm going to further my studies, achieve CIMA qualification, be a charted accountant. I feel so contradicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me think, why I wanna be an accountant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I like figures? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Do I like FRS? Not really too.&lt;br /&gt;Do I like accounts? I'm not positive.&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD. I don't wanna think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My feeling is kinda mixed up now, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is, I'm sorry. I feel really bad, if I were to get the shoes myself you won't be injured. I'm truly sorry. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-1829944925978271592?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1829944925978271592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1829944925978271592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1829944925978271592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1829944925978271592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/6th-day-at-charm.html' title='6th Day at Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3838738809729858562</id><published>2009-02-22T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:11:35.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Day at Charm</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday, felt kinda reluctant to wake up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day again. Our sales today is no bad, the highest as compared to few days before. Delighted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum dropped by Isetan this evening, she has got nothing else to do but to kacau my job. I told my mum I wanna buy few pairs of shoes but she said the shoes do not fit my college life. Btw Charm shoes are gorgeous with finest quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda tired today, we did quite a lot of sales. Strangely, my soles today are quite okay.. Maybe they feel happy too because of the sales. Hope that tomorrow we can achieve the result too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3838738809729858562?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3838738809729858562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3838738809729858562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3838738809729858562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3838738809729858562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/5th-day-at-charm.html' title='5th Day at Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-42735719058691202</id><published>2009-02-21T23:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:58:36.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Day at Charm</title><content type='html'>I couldn't walk much, my soles are aching. I'm kinda tired today because I did full shift today. *painful soles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Alex dropped by with new stocks, he was expecting higher sales than yesterday. It's Saturday and the crowd is supposed to be encouraging, but surprisingly it wasn't that much as expected in the noon. We tried really hard to get more sales. (me in my aching feet soles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we managed to achieve slightly higher sales. Quite happy with the result, hope that tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Jia Wen's birthday. I gave her a call in the morning before she went for her flight. Going to miss her lots! Take care of yourself ya my dear, we miss you always. May all the happiness be with you and all the best in everything! Happy birthday. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-42735719058691202?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/42735719058691202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=42735719058691202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/42735719058691202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/42735719058691202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/4th-day-at-charm.html' title='4th Day at Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1015411771779041784</id><published>2009-02-20T00:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:50:11.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day at Charm</title><content type='html'>I can barely walk with my bare feet today, it's aching so much. I really wanna cry you know when I woke up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day today, brand new sales that we shall achieve. The sales are rather encouraging today. I am a better storeroom-climber today. Many customers demanded shoes like Code 249, 43, 40, 220.. etc, which the stocks are on the top of the rack. (not on the rack, it's on top of the rack, near to the ceiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZ7XuSP9L7I/AAAAAAAABNY/i42T4Kb0PlA/s1600-h/rak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZ7XuSP9L7I/AAAAAAAABNY/i42T4Kb0PlA/s320/rak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304914601261739954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seldom use the ladder because the ladder does not seem as stable as it seems. I rather climb the racks, well I'm kinda scare if the rack will fall like the domino. I got hit on my head by a box of shoes when I was climbing on the racks, it was quite painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZ7ZxtDFizI/AAAAAAAABNg/WVYBFtkyxjY/s1600-h/rak2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZ7ZxtDFizI/AAAAAAAABNg/WVYBFtkyxjY/s320/rak2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304916859018382130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I need some cream, something for my soles. The ache is kinda pain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sales is quite encouraging today. We felt so happy, but we know that we have loads to go. We foresee tomorrow shall be a busy day for us. We can make it, GO GO GO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-1015411771779041784?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1015411771779041784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1015411771779041784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1015411771779041784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1015411771779041784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/third-day-at-charm.html' title='3rd Day at Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZ7XuSP9L7I/AAAAAAAABNY/i42T4Kb0PlA/s72-c/rak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8395241807269173200</id><published>2009-02-19T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:07:49.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day at Charm</title><content type='html'>I wake up today, feeling sore on my feet soles. *curbing pain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore the G2000 blouse today, I like it so much. It's the first time in my life to wear a G2000 blouse. I thought I am able to wear my first G2000 after I have achieved my accountancy qualification and graduated. It was so surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day with a hope that we will achieve better sales today! I was really excited and when I started my shift I sold few pair of shoes in an hour. I felt so happy and excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, at the end of the day we did not manged to achieve the targeted sales. If we were to have more stocks and sizes today, I'm positive that we are able to achieve better than yesterday. Anyway, that's it for today. More stocks are coming tomorrow, we're going to perform better tomorrow! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will work hard to achieve more sales in the days to come, we will. Never give up, that's the semangat! GO GO GO for tomorrow's sales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8395241807269173200?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8395241807269173200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8395241807269173200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8395241807269173200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8395241807269173200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-day-at-charm.html' title='2nd Day at Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2960384799669967289</id><published>2009-02-18T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:08:28.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day at Charm</title><content type='html'>I was rather busy for the first day and I saved this as draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, 8.30am-10pm. It aint easy, standing there with heels for such a long period. It was a tiring yet exciting task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun although it's rather tiring(to be honest). Working as salesperson, one has to be optimistic and self-assured. It's like, you have to start each day with a hope that you'll achieve better result for the brand new day. It's so fulfilling and pleasing when customer says "Oh I love this. I'll take this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some time to be familiarise with all the matters. We faced some issues with the attire rules as well as other rules. Due to some problem with our attire matter, we did not have any plain formal attire to wear on. The attire we bought did not fulfill their requirements, we had no choice. (What is wrong with collar T-shirt by the way?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Alex got us each a G2000 blouse, I was like OMG. Btw there were three of us, the ladies. (I'll try to snap a picture of the blouse when I have time later.) I felt a bit bad actually, really I do. G2000 clothes do not come cheap you know, and he got 3 pieces of G2000 blouses for us as part timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm exaggerated over this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much what happened today. Working for Charm is a challenging task, today's sales is quite okay but we still have loads to catch up. GO GO GO !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2960384799669967289?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2960384799669967289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2960384799669967289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2960384799669967289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2960384799669967289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-at-charm.html' title='1st Day at Charm'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2624067081015802537</id><published>2009-02-17T20:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:34:02.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqz9bWyw9I/AAAAAAAABLo/V6wO-9Jg_ic/s1600-h/IMG_8614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqz9bWyw9I/AAAAAAAABLo/V6wO-9Jg_ic/s320/IMG_8614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749379078931410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq0RufPWVI/AAAAAAAABMg/IdGlhwn2e0w/s1600-h/IMG_8623.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq0RufPWVI/AAAAAAAABMg/IdGlhwn2e0w/s320/IMG_8623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749727812016466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taw Yang said that he will pick me up today at 10.20am. I woke up at 10am, I was like OMG I'm so going to be late. It was a rush today, such an important day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a cake and managed to prepare all the stuff before the big girl of the day arrives. We celebrated pre-birthday for Jia Wen. She's flying for Aus on her birthday this week, going to miss her so much. We managed to persuade Wei Hao come too, all the way from PJ during his lunch time. So glad that he made it. (This fella always MIA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqy9BU6uCI/AAAAAAAABLI/0iccVtbad6M/s1600-h/IMG_8618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqy9BU6uCI/AAAAAAAABLI/0iccVtbad6M/s320/IMG_8618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303748272580114466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqy9cbsSAI/AAAAAAAABLQ/PdSf3rCinRk/s1600-h/IMG_8615.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqy9cbsSAI/AAAAAAAABLQ/PdSf3rCinRk/s320/IMG_8615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303748279856285698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq32AxsfBI/AAAAAAAABM4/U3SUhZ_Yw2U/s1600-h/IMG_8621.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq32AxsfBI/AAAAAAAABM4/U3SUhZ_Yw2U/s320/IMG_8621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303753649731435538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taw Yang volunteered to cut the cake, his cutting skill made us laugh off the table. Seriously, look at the cake he cut. My piece was the largest, the slices are of different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq3146mT5I/AAAAAAAABMw/QvhNF71Z1o8/s1600-h/IMG_8627.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq3146mT5I/AAAAAAAABMw/QvhNF71Z1o8/s320/IMG_8627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303753647621296018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference? Thanks to him. He said that I'm fat already, and it won't be much difference if I have another big slice of cake. (in case you might wonder, he is always like that, especially to me.) Anyway, the cake was very delicious! who cares if i'm gaining weight, it's delicious! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq67rDwLxI/AAAAAAAABNQ/R-D5MqDt0W8/s1600-h/IMG_8633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq67rDwLxI/AAAAAAAABNQ/R-D5MqDt0W8/s320/IMG_8633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303757045515693842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really much, but we did spend a lot of efforts in choosing the present. The feeling is kinda complicated, when you're bidding farewell and greeting birthday at the same time. We could not think of any idea for the presents, what we had on mind was stuff that she might need for her trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen, Happy Birthday in advanced to you my dear. We're going to miss you so much, take care of yourself ya. So sorry that we could not make to some trip, really hope that we could spend more time together. It's just a simple gathering today, with simple present and simple celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we're living apart and might not see each other that often, we will always be there for you. Be a tough girl there. (do not always drink coffee ya!) We all will be right here and move on towards our dreams, you're not alone striving hard to achieve qualifications. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq0RVsurVI/AAAAAAAABMQ/fPEjQYn3WAc/s1600-h/IMG_8658.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq0RVsurVI/AAAAAAAABMQ/fPEjQYn3WAc/s320/IMG_8658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749721157709138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqz-7PEd2I/AAAAAAAABMI/JkxZi9bPZMs/s1600-h/IMG_8652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqz-7PEd2I/AAAAAAAABMI/JkxZi9bPZMs/s320/IMG_8652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749404816340834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqz970-7-I/AAAAAAAABL4/ZlaQ_pKBwrA/s1600-h/IMG_8642.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqz970-7-I/AAAAAAAABL4/ZlaQ_pKBwrA/s320/IMG_8642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749387795492834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqz9sbA5FI/AAAAAAAABLw/3YiGu4THFJ0/s1600-h/IMG_8639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqz9sbA5FI/AAAAAAAABLw/3YiGu4THFJ0/s320/IMG_8639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749383660037202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqy9XEUrbI/AAAAAAAABLY/Ya6wemVrxRY/s1600-h/IMG_8636.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqy9XEUrbI/AAAAAAAABLY/Ya6wemVrxRY/s320/IMG_8636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303748278416092594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq0R4_BTwI/AAAAAAAABMo/e8REAQNue28/s1600-h/IMG_8660.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/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq0R4_BTwI/AAAAAAAABMo/e8REAQNue28/s320/IMG_8660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749730629668610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq0RQRKBFI/AAAAAAAABMY/UUx9mhaxN3g/s1600-h/IMG_8622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZq0RQRKBFI/AAAAAAAABMY/UUx9mhaxN3g/s320/IMG_8622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303749719699883090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2624067081015802537?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2624067081015802537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2624067081015802537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2624067081015802537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2624067081015802537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-gathering.html' title='Little Gathering'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SZqz9bWyw9I/AAAAAAAABLo/V6wO-9Jg_ic/s72-c/IMG_8614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-7257398543926603563</id><published>2009-02-15T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:59:17.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Biz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SUxwAGrVsDI/AAAAAAAABJo/EKIqrY0AkCM/s400/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SUxwAGrVsDI/AAAAAAAABJo/EKIqrY0AkCM/s400/card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back on business stuff. Some of my friends were asking "What is going on with Fabulous Dresser" and whether it is still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still ON, but not for the moment. I'm planning to get some stocks from supplier which might take about a month to arrive. Basically to avoid tax issue, I have decided to pursue it with ship shipping other than air-shipping. Therefore it will take some time to reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round I will get ready stocks and estimated roughly 30 pieces of accessories shall arrive my doorstep next month. The reason I'm getting ready stocks is because some of the customers could not bear the waiting, or might need accessories urgently. (last minute shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo album is just a slight peek of what are the coming stocks, the availability stocks shall be confirmed when they have arrived. Thanks for all the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-7257398543926603563?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/7257398543926603563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=7257398543926603563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7257398543926603563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7257398543926603563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-biz.html' title='Back to Biz'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SUxwAGrVsDI/AAAAAAAABJo/EKIqrY0AkCM/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1460365683564180445</id><published>2009-02-14T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:48:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My V Day</title><content type='html'>I spent my Valentine's with Voon and Ting. Well we went to KLCC and watched Pink Panther 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw couples around, giggling and holding hands. I have nothing to say, I have never had a "proper" Valentine's Day. Not in the past, or even today. Was not blaming the timing or anything, just feel like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still fun though, we were on a shopping mission. And I managed to get myself another slacks from Soda Exchange and two black top which I will need it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy V Day to all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-1460365683564180445?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1460365683564180445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1460365683564180445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1460365683564180445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1460365683564180445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-v-day.html' title='My V Day'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-508736599926214954</id><published>2009-02-13T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:41:17.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got A Part Time Job</title><content type='html'>I have just got myself a part time job at KLCC! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited and anxious at the same time. The last time I have done a part time job was at McD, it was a tiring job but I did learn a lot of things. At first I didnt want to work in this semester break (if I really want to, I would have got myself a job before sememster starts) I was thinking of restructuring Fabulous Dresser. Yes, aint giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, suddenly I just got an offer to work at KLCC for about one week plus, I find that it's quite interesting. Besides, the stocks take some time to arrive. So I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check me out at Isetan KLCC if you have the time, I'm starting it next Wednesday. Wohhoo! *Getting excited!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-508736599926214954?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/508736599926214954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=508736599926214954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/508736599926214954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/508736599926214954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-part-time-job.html' title='Got A Part Time Job'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4187720927702568586</id><published>2009-02-10T12:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:06:07.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never at Eleventh Hour</title><content type='html'>I feel very annoyed with people who do not keep their words. In business world, when both parties have decided with a deal, the DEAL IS ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no turnaround and say "Oh sorry, I decided I do not want to go on with it" in the eleventh hour when the other parties have started to do something on the deal. Let me cite another example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy asked a girl out for a date on 12pm. The girl had something on actually but because of the date she canceled her plans. (There are opportunity costs btw) The girl got herself prepared, dressed up with make up and is ready to go out for the date. At 11.30am, the guy canceled the date by saying "Oops, I'm so sorry. Finally I decided that I dont wanna go out with you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was ready to step out of house with everything on, dressed up nicely with make up. She has forgone her plans because of the date. And now everything is canceled, in the eleventh hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this business or any relationship, when a person's trustworthiness is no longer creditable that's the end of it. I feel annoyed with people who tend to make changes in eleventh hour, it is so irritating that people tend to think that WE HAVE NOTHING TO BOTHER IN LIFE AND WE LIVE FOR ELEVENTH HOUR CHANGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are hesitant or uncertain of a deal, do not make inquiry. If you are uncertain about your schedule, do not make appointment. Be reasonable and have a sense of mind, think of what the others have forgone and suffered for  you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4187720927702568586?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4187720927702568586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4187720927702568586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4187720927702568586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4187720927702568586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-at-eleventh-hour.html' title='Never at Eleventh Hour'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-9039820052558843035</id><published>2009-02-09T18:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:15:18.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>放下</title><content type='html'>这几天我所接触的事物&lt;br /&gt;让我联想起很久以前的事情&lt;br /&gt;仿佛勾起昔日的回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“其实你很美。 ”&lt;br /&gt;“你不要骗我啦，我这样子哪有美”&lt;br /&gt;“内在美，你知道吗”&lt;br /&gt;“。。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是在我一生中最沮丧 没自信的时候&lt;br /&gt;第一次听到真心的赞美&lt;br /&gt;第一次那么感动 那么开心&lt;br /&gt;后来我觉得其实我没什么好怕的&lt;br /&gt;最糟糕的事情我也遇过了&lt;br /&gt;最难听的话我也听过了&lt;br /&gt;我 还怕什么呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时的我还没戴牙套&lt;br /&gt;因为我觉得戴牙套是种好痛的感觉&lt;br /&gt;而且还要被人家嘲笑说&lt;br /&gt;“牙套戴不好会流血的哦，好恐怖噢！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你问我戴牙套痛吗&lt;br /&gt;我会笑着的告诉你&lt;br /&gt;我被拔了五颗牙齿 两颗在医院动手术拔掉的&lt;br /&gt;当时我因为两颗位置有问题的牙齿动手术&lt;br /&gt;麻痹针很痛 大概有四五支吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有哭吗？&lt;br /&gt;有啊 那时有位护士为了让牙医固定位置&lt;br /&gt;狠狠地撑开我的嘴巴&lt;br /&gt;手掌不小心弄痛了我的的鼻子&lt;br /&gt;那时的我 哭了&lt;br /&gt;除了那时 整个过程中我都没掉眼泪&lt;br /&gt;我一直都坚强着 不容许自己哭&lt;br /&gt;因为我知道我不能让关心我的人失望&lt;br /&gt;我要为曾经真心赞美我的人 努力&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不喜欢拍照&lt;br /&gt;我不喜欢露出满铁丝牙齿的笑容&lt;br /&gt;直到现在 我还是不是很喜欢拍照&lt;br /&gt;可能是有点恐惧吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;样貌 对女生来说很重要&lt;br /&gt;并不是说要参加选美比赛还是什么&lt;br /&gt;大家都喜欢漂亮的东西不是么&lt;br /&gt;当我们买苹果时&lt;br /&gt;有粒漂亮的苹果 有粒外表烂烂的苹果&lt;br /&gt;当然我们都会选外表比较好看的&lt;br /&gt;其实人都这样&lt;br /&gt;漂亮的就会得到重视&lt;br /&gt;不漂亮的我们都不会望一眼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女子被搭讪&lt;br /&gt;可能对女生来说时件好事&lt;br /&gt;那时还戴着牙套的我 被搭讪过一次&lt;br /&gt;刚开始那男的还蛮亲切的&lt;br /&gt;过了不久 他一直问关于我的好朋友的事情&lt;br /&gt;后来我才知道 那可耻的男生&lt;br /&gt;是为了认识我的朋友才跑来认识我&lt;br /&gt;虽然我对他一点兴趣也没有&lt;br /&gt;可是觉得自己被利用 很可笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来牙套取掉了&lt;br /&gt;MSN 有很多从来不打招呼的陌生人&lt;br /&gt;突然和我聊天 还一直赞美说我很漂亮&lt;br /&gt;虚假的感觉 真令人恐惧&lt;br /&gt;也让我觉得很不自在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可能说我是疯了&lt;br /&gt;不过我很庆幸我戴过牙套&lt;br /&gt;因为它让我看透 人的真实面目&lt;br /&gt;现实就是残酷的 人都是现实的&lt;br /&gt;只有在你最难堪最艰辛的时候&lt;br /&gt;不顾一切地关心你的人&lt;br /&gt;才是真正关心你的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经以为&lt;br /&gt;原点会是梦寐以求的终点&lt;br /&gt;可是当我回到了原点&lt;br /&gt;我所熟悉的一切都变得很陌生&lt;br /&gt;我一直很努力奋斗&lt;br /&gt;希望有一天会得到真心的赞美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前我一直很盼望有一天&lt;br /&gt;我可以证明给曾经嘲笑我的人&lt;br /&gt;你们没有资格批评世上的任何一个人！&lt;br /&gt;家有钱的就很了不起吗&lt;br /&gt;长好看的就很了不起吗&lt;br /&gt;有些人虽然不是很有钱 长得不是很好看&lt;br /&gt;不过都很努力地过生活&lt;br /&gt;都很努力地改变自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从我戴牙套的那一刻起&lt;br /&gt;我已经放下了很多东西&lt;br /&gt;懂得如何保护自己 懂得如何看待事情&lt;br /&gt;我学会了放下&lt;br /&gt;因为我知道 今天我放下&lt;br /&gt;明天我就可以得到更多东西&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人总是对过去耿耿于怀&lt;br /&gt;遗憾着过去我们无法完成的心愿&lt;br /&gt;因为我们没有信心面对未来&lt;br /&gt;没有勇气踏出第一步&lt;br /&gt;如果我们一直停留在昨天&lt;br /&gt;我们永远到达不了明天&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-9039820052558843035?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/9039820052558843035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=9039820052558843035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9039820052558843035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9039820052558843035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='放下'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-179534587693232877</id><published>2009-01-29T22:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:30:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you NOT a Buddhist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wisdom-books.com/Covers/16206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 241px;" src="http://www.wisdom-books.com/Covers/16206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book when I was in Kedah, written by the great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse&lt;/span&gt;. I was really amazed on how he relate Buddhism with our current lifestyles and issues. World wars, political issues, almost every aspects of what is going on around the sphere. (FYI I was a freethinker who was not really into any religion or faith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is something that bond people with illuminating paths and codes of conduct, regardless any religion. Buddhism makes people think that it associates with stringent rules, virtuous deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you are a Buddhist you must not eat meat, you must not smoke, etc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is never TRUE.&lt;/span&gt; A person who is a smoker, who eats meat, punk kiddo, could embrace Buddhism. Religion is a matter of intellect conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to associate Buddhism with peace, meditation, mantras, vegetarianism. There is no clear definition of what Buddhism is, deliberately it does not mention about any meditation method, practice, mantras; Buddhism is something that is reside in mind. When we embrace a religion, we must not take everything as the way it is, we must doubt and have a questioning mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we are prohibited to perform certain things, why?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because our religion says so, or is there any reason behind it? (The reason of "because my religion prohibits so" is just a blind answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL COMPOUNDED THINGS ARE IMPERMANENT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are compounded things? It happens where any two or more elements emerges, a new phenomenon come into the view. All phenomena are product of myriad variable components. If there is no wood, there is no table. If there is no source, there is not end product. When an element undergone a change, their characteristic change and they become something else. What it means by all compounded thins are impermanent? No one component is autonomous, permanent at all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If one knows that everything is impermanent, one does not grasp, and when one does not grasp, one will not think of having or lacking, one lives fully. &lt;/span&gt;There is no such thing as true independence, our seemingly continuous existence is series of beginning and endings bound by true. When there is a small shift, the integrity of the whole is compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going around the sphere these days? Wars, bloody crusade, abhorrence costing millions of life. You might say, Buddhism prohibits certain behaviours but why people are doing so? Is Buddhism working? If everyone on this globe embrace Buddhism, will there be peace? What is so great about Siddhartha anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siddhartha was not a pessimist or doomsayer, he was a realist. Fearlessness is the state when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we appreciate uncertainty, we will find ourselves in a very true sense, preparing for the worst, allowing for the best&lt;/span&gt; - we will feel dignified and majestic and realised that whatever laying ahead is around the bend. A TRUE Buddhist does not follow guild lines blindly but one who has a questioning mind, which lead to cultivation of forgiveness, understanding, open-mindedness and fearlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL EMOTIONS ARE PAINS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different meaning of what LIFE is at different ages. At the age of 2, one might think that life is about growing up and listen of what our parent says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 12, one might think that life is about passing UPSR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 20, one might think that getting a professional qualification is what life is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 30, to have a family is what life is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS LIFE ACTUALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a big array, of assembled phenomena, thus life is impermanent". We tend to occupy ourselves with pursuit of hapiness and cessation of suffering, and thus we employ innumerable method and materials. &lt;a href="http://www.accesstoinsight.org/lib/authors/desilva-p/wheel237.html"&gt;(CLICK HERE for more details about the Emotions in Buddhism aspects)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are not inborn, not curse or implant from the God has thrust upon us. It arises when particular causes and conditions come together, then corresponding emotions arise. Emotions are born from selfishness in the sense that one involve in clinging to the self, which eventually leads to suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see each of us as a "self", there is any entity called "me". The self is illusory, fallacy and fundamentally flawed and non-existent. We tend to be carried away by thinking that we are the "self". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clinging to the fallacy of the "self" is an act of ignorance, which leads to all kinds of pain and disappointment. What we do depends on how we perceive our"selves", it permeates everything we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Self" fears failure and longs for success, fears hell and longs for heaven, it does not exist independently. When the "self" is full of pride, it manifests in countless ways - racism, narrow mindedness, fragility, fear of rejection, insensitivity, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around us, you will see how nation leaders undertake their own ways, on how their lust for power destroys the humankind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you believe that your life is harder and sadder than anyone else, it is a simply manifestation of clinging to self. There are so many people have suffered, still suffering now, yet some people tend to catagorised their suffering as a more "special suffering".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we accept emotions, we lose awareness and sanity. When we wish to eliminate suffering, we must generate awareness. Awareness does not prevent from living but makes living much fuller. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real source of fear is not knowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EMPTINESS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, things are not as what they seem. They are impermanent and not entirely within our control. All phenomena does not occur out of the blue. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We tend to be stuck with short term thinking and bound by practicality that everything must be tangible and immediately useful- Eg: We must invest on something that is worth our energy and efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: What is so good about Buddhism?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey do you know that when if you embrace Buddhism, you will be at the heaven after you have passed way.&lt;br /&gt;B: Really? Oh then, I'll embrace Buddhism then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This what that is going on, regardless of which religion. We tend to think that by embracing a  religion blindly it will take us to heaven, people are "kiasi". This is the real thing I have personally heard, I'm not making any stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continuously confine ourselves with safe and narrow perspective, which have been inherited down for generations. Having the courageous spirit to wake up and question what Buddhism is what we called "renunciation". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denying is a form of underestimating and blind faith is a form of overestimating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our suffering and paranoia are based on illusions on how we perceive our"selves". It is a matter of acquisition and willingness to see things in terms of all their parts and hidden causes and conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great book, the reason why I'm doing this book review is because I find that it is very relevant to us. It does not mean that I am against Christianity, Hinduism or any other religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to create friends and enemies out of delusion and what we perceive. When we transform them into something solid and real, we become more entangled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-179534587693232877?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/179534587693232877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=179534587693232877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/179534587693232877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/179534587693232877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-makes-you-not-buddhist.html' title='What makes you NOT a Buddhist'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-7207823480986442710</id><published>2009-01-22T14:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:04:39.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Slothful</title><content type='html'>I feel like going out so much. Kinda sluggish and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do some shopping, craving for it so much. Maybe a walk will do, away from this hectic life. Shing Tsu called me yesterday and told me a lil about the coming leadership camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminisced our leadership camp in Eco Dusun Resort. We were representing CGS to participate in this so called mandatory attendance camp. It was tiring and yet exciting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_781760320l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 324px;" src="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_781760320l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_473432777l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 324px;" src="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_473432777l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my dear ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_210925362l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 319px;" src="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_210925362l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our "ji mui"Albert , Hui min and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_293196621l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 325px;" src="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_293196621l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hui Min, I miss your short hair lar. haha ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_581090747l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 323px;" src="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_581090747l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end of the camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_552594122l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 327px;" src="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_552594122l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have overdone things these days. I need loads of time before committing myself for new tasks. Dear all, all the best and may all the blessings be with you all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-7207823480986442710?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/7207823480986442710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=7207823480986442710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7207823480986442710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7207823480986442710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-slothful.html' title='I&apos;m Slothful'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3236662191522471866</id><published>2009-01-21T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:57:43.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you be there for me</title><content type='html'>If I were blue, would you be there for me&lt;br /&gt;And whisper in my ears that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand by me, let me hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;And say you love me one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel good, would you slow dance with me&lt;br /&gt;And touch my lips with tender loving care&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for me, would you run with me&lt;br /&gt;And never look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;to take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;to take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am away, would you still think of me&lt;br /&gt;And wished that you could hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for me, would you run with me&lt;br /&gt;All the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;to take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to save my soul tonight&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you always be there&lt;br /&gt;To kiss my pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;to take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to save my soul tonight&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you always be there&lt;br /&gt;To kiss my pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3236662191522471866?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3236662191522471866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3236662191522471866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3236662191522471866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3236662191522471866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/01/would-you-be-there-for-me.html' title='Would you be there for me'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2940858601769822092</id><published>2009-01-21T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:22:17.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY break</title><content type='html'>Phew! Sleepless night since last Saturday, thank God it's over -at least for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad of what I have been through so far. Is not that things are really approving as intended to be, but I'm really amazed how I survived though the restless days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val, congrats and well done for being through so far. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2940858601769822092?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2940858601769822092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2940858601769822092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2940858601769822092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2940858601769822092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-break.html' title='CNY break'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8737287760288672087</id><published>2009-01-14T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:27:36.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with Flu</title><content type='html'>Dear God, you may choose one of the following, or all if possible. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make my final exam as easy as possible&lt;br /&gt;2. Let me know the exam questions beforehand, by any means.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ward me off from this awful flu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, love ya! Muaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Someone sipping green tea + lemon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8737287760288672087?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8737287760288672087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8737287760288672087&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8737287760288672087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8737287760288672087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/01/down-with-flu.html' title='Down with Flu'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8448116543913594851</id><published>2009-01-09T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:14:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second post of the year</title><content type='html'>The second post of the year, I had a hair cut today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know CNY is around the corner but I just do not have any feeling of celebrating, well except for the shopping part. Ahh~ the last week before dreadful exam commences next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edited*&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hair so much. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SWdNpdgkeOI/AAAAAAAABKY/QFWf5Q806pc/s1600-h/IMG_8454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SWdNpdgkeOI/AAAAAAAABKY/QFWf5Q806pc/s400/IMG_8454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289281662061148386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SWdNpfwe60I/AAAAAAAABKg/FUYQ4XnA5dA/s1600-h/IMG_8455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SWdNpfwe60I/AAAAAAAABKg/FUYQ4XnA5dA/s400/IMG_8455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289281662664764226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SWdNHZoWIUI/AAAAAAAABKI/XcCTSJduxw0/s1600-h/IMG_8454.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8448116543913594851?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8448116543913594851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8448116543913594851&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8448116543913594851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8448116543913594851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-post-of-year.html' title='Second post of the year'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SWdNpdgkeOI/AAAAAAAABKY/QFWf5Q806pc/s72-c/IMG_8454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-6468095605706963481</id><published>2009-01-02T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:08:43.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>Basically there will be similar ones as previous year. (which until now I have yet to succeed) In random order ya, could not figure out the full list at the moment, shall update from time to time! Cheers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Year 2009 Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat less during CNY (mum, dont tempt me!)&lt;br /&gt;- Lose weight, by all the means I can do. (hey i'm serious!)&lt;br /&gt;- Clear off my wardrobe or get a new wardrobe, they are exploding!&lt;br /&gt;- Get a new handphone, after 3 years of SEK700 (my dad wanna buy a new one for me as he has changed his last year, but my K700 is still workable and in good condition)&lt;br /&gt;- Go on a trip with friends, something like our Langkawi trip&lt;br /&gt;- Hit 100 blog posts&lt;br /&gt;- Going to work hard for Advance Diploma&lt;br /&gt;- Aint procrastinating anymore, really have to work things out&lt;br /&gt;- Be a good girl. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-6468095605706963481?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/6468095605706963481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=6468095605706963481&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6468095605706963481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6468095605706963481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8883303232627277504</id><published>2008-12-31T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:11:41.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last post for the year - My Prophesy</title><content type='html'>The last day of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of feeling and resolution I'm having? Well it's just a typical kind of mood. Maybe I'm overloaded with replacement classes and exam trauma these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to hit 100 blog posts this year but unfortunately I failed to maintain my blog active over the months. The schedule was rather busy these days, this is the lamest yet the best excuse I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to this year, it's been a wonderful year. Really, a lot of things took place. Those good and bad times. Most important of all, I'm a step closer to achieve my accountancy qualification. The little platform I'm undertaking now is about to end next year May. The real one starts right after May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm anticipating for next year 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I have no idea. For advance diploma, it's really something new. I prophesied that it's not going to be easy. And I'll be 20 next year. I'm okay with numbers, but not with my age. Is there any way to subtract it? (Let's face the truth, I'm getting OLD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have not much to say about 2009. Just let it be, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, in case you're wondering if I'm going out for any count down celebration. I shall anticipate the new year fixing my computer, thanks to this hacktool.crack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SVtou1PAKmI/AAAAAAAABKA/F5GOUl3Qjc0/s1600-h/virus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SVtou1PAKmI/AAAAAAAABKA/F5GOUl3Qjc0/s320/virus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285933741422684770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8883303232627277504?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8883303232627277504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8883303232627277504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8883303232627277504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8883303232627277504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-post-for-year-my-prophesy.html' title='The last post for the year - My Prophesy'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SVtou1PAKmI/AAAAAAAABKA/F5GOUl3Qjc0/s72-c/virus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8110410669760162398</id><published>2008-12-31T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:41:15.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Haul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SVtlCt2RYfI/AAAAAAAABJw/vnYTAYpJKhQ/s1600-h/IMG_8407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SVtlCt2RYfI/AAAAAAAABJw/vnYTAYpJKhQ/s320/IMG_8407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285929684990779890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parcel addressed to me was sent to my house today. I thought it was the accessories, but it wasn't. My stuff from Coastal Scents, ELF, Drugstore, CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil peek of what is in the parcel, just part of it. Aint showing everything here of course, hehe. I have got some other stuff other than these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SVtlEGFZY1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/AnYJ64WikRo/s1600-h/IMG_8414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SVtlEGFZY1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/AnYJ64WikRo/s320/IMG_8414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285929708676539218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shock, the ELF lip items are for my friends. I'm buying on behalf of my friend, well of course I got myself some too. (I'm not into ELF lip glosses, so obviously) I fall over heels with the new series - ELF Studio. The concealer with blender is so amazing. I have not got the chance to try it yet, but the blender is awesome! And oh well, some typical ELF stuff like blotter, and some new stuff I have never tried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coastal Scents. I'm not really into powder make up, so I'm kinda new in it. Aint getting much for the very first time. For Drugstore, I got a Jane Compact Jane Blusher (I liked Hui Min's Red Earth blusher, but oh well guess this wont be that bad huh~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to unseal and try on the items. This haul is somehow unexpected, I thought I would receive this parcel after my exams. Oh well guess I have to wait until the end of exams, I just have the feeling to try them out after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple haul, before the clock strikes twelve. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8110410669760162398?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8110410669760162398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8110410669760162398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8110410669760162398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8110410669760162398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-haul.html' title='Another Haul!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SVtlCt2RYfI/AAAAAAAABJw/vnYTAYpJKhQ/s72-c/IMG_8407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1522316697933878415</id><published>2008-12-25T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:43:14.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very early today and received my Xmas present! *happy happy* It's so adorable! I'll post it up later when I have time later. It's a great day today, though I kinda ate a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Feeling reluctant* I still have classes tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-1522316697933878415?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1522316697933878415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1522316697933878415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1522316697933878415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1522316697933878415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8419322274326321937</id><published>2008-12-24T22:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:46:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddled up during Xmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of Xmas Eve emo? Well now you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure why tho, but this emo feeling is swaying over my mind. I know it's Christmas tomorrow and Santa shall be here to give presents for those who behaved well this year. (Ignore my adolescence, I know I'm over perasaan) Anyway the feeling is kinda muddled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies. I wished that the subjects are okay this semester, but they never seem to ring the bell to me. They are rather unfathomable. Assignments and course works? It's terrible and has been worsening from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biz, Fabulous Dresser? People are like "Hey you shop online a lot right? Intro some nice stuff to me lar. Got nice stuff must share right? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I have came out with one, people are like freaking afraid of me as if I'm doing a MLM. In fact I was hoping that I am able to share something new. I wished that my close friends would support me for the very first time I'm doing this. In the end I guess it's a NO. It doesn't matter anyway I am used to it. (Anyhow, I managed to meet the MOQ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's biz and it's really up to own discretion. But I have put in a lot of efforts in this hoping that someone could comprehend and value what I'm doing. People thought that I'm earning all of the money but the fact is the cost is very high. And sometimes it's not about money, I'm also risking my own life for doing this. (That's the reason is shall be ceased) I feel really depressed ceasing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels really great blurting out everything.  It's Xmas eve and I'm here emo-ing with my blog few hours before Xmas. I'll be fine, not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8419322274326321937?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8419322274326321937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8419322274326321937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8419322274326321937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8419322274326321937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/muddled-up-during-xmas-eve.html' title='Muddled up during Xmas Eve'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5931935336693025112</id><published>2008-12-24T21:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:48:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful journey.</title><content type='html'>We had AGM this Monday, the new committee board has formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the last minutes and a to-do list for Shing Tsu. I burned the documents into three CDs: for Mr Harry, Ms Carina and Shing Tsu. This shall be the last thing from me to CGS. Hope that you all will make CGS shine in this approaching year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mr Harry room and passed him the CD and updated the CGS file for the very last time. I found out that the new committee members are having meeting later on that day, sooner than I expected. It somehow jogged my memory of exactly what happened when Lee Ting handed over this post to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through the ordeal part aint easy. But the best thing about it is we have gone it through together. There are sweet times too. Some gave up in the beginning and some who are about to give up (where we managed to get everything back on track). This is the notable CGS spirit and fortitude. *i'm kinda perasaan* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is adjourned. And this is it, our names are replaced by the new ones. I should not be telling this with dismay, in fact I should be happy for the new team. Hope that you all will perform better than us, all the best to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all! It's such a wonderful journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_215628645l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 297px;" src="http://photos-686.friendster.com/e1/photos/68/63/9413686/1_215628645l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5931935336693025112?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5931935336693025112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5931935336693025112&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5931935336693025112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5931935336693025112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful-journey.html' title='A wonderful journey.'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-6046004683562354243</id><published>2008-12-21T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:40:23.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incompatible</title><content type='html'>I realised that I'm incompatible&lt;br /&gt;A babyish me fussing over this matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pursued wholeheartedly&lt;br /&gt;without realising it's a losing game&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to achieve something&lt;br /&gt;Something that is different of what I'm doing now&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm really tired these days&lt;br /&gt;It's a hollow kind of sham&lt;br /&gt;The kind of feeling I have now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desired a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed and tried my best to reach for it&lt;br /&gt;But I always fall because it's too remote to my capacity&lt;br /&gt;I realised when you fall, because you have climbed too high&lt;br /&gt;It feels really childish, you know&lt;br /&gt;When you're upset with something&lt;br /&gt;And other people are upset with much more serious matters&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is incompatible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;But things aint easy for me these days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-6046004683562354243?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/6046004683562354243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=6046004683562354243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6046004683562354243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/6046004683562354243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/incompatible.html' title='Incompatible'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5416036820694056171</id><published>2008-12-21T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:07:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't want to..</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 weeks since I have started Fabulous Dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited when I was starting with something new. I took a lot of time to figure out the name, the design, what I'm gonna do. (Despite having exams at the same time) Everyone was like "Wow, finally you are a boss!" Practically most people said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ceasing it soon after the first spree. I'm very upset about this but I do not have a choice. I'm taking the last batch of stocks. For the very last time, if you would like to enjoy benefits from bulk purchase, kindly place your order by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home - Chris Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring out into the night,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the place where love&lt;br /&gt;And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.&lt;br /&gt;And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from.&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; But these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles are getting longer, it seems,&lt;br /&gt;The closer I get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I've not always been the best man&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; or friend for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your love, it makes true.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to give me another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from.&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you just might get it all.&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it all,&lt;br /&gt;And then some you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you just might get it all.&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it all, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from.&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I said these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5416036820694056171?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5416036820694056171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5416036820694056171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5416036820694056171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5416036820694056171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/ceasing-spree.html' title='I didn&apos;t want to..'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4891241941607677035</id><published>2008-12-20T12:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:23:18.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Efforts</title><content type='html'>Finally I realised that what I'm learning now is related to what I'm doing. I mean, I have been rather busy in coding and costing for &lt;a href="http://fabulousdresser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fabulous Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ah Lin for helping me so much to promote my little spree to her friends. I have came out with a name card (not calling it biz card, lol). What do you think of the design? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SUxwAGrVsDI/AAAAAAAABJo/EKIqrY0AkCM/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SUxwAGrVsDI/AAAAAAAABJo/EKIqrY0AkCM/s400/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281719610093449266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put in a lot of efforts in FabulousDresser these days. I know how is feels like as a customer, based on my experience (speak of experience, I think I deserve a certificate for my shopaholic addiction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thumb rule: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customers come first, they are to be valued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my name card (name card or biz card?) next week, hopefully before Xmas. I'm going to customise stickers too. *sigh* It's costly, burning a hole in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I hope to cover the costs and provide the best for my customers. I'm not promoting in my personal blog here, just wanna share with you all what I have been through these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today! I'm going out to find some decent cases/bags to place accesories for customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, not to forget little gifts for my valued customers.&lt;br /&gt;*happily jot down in my shopping list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4891241941607677035?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4891241941607677035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4891241941607677035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4891241941607677035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4891241941607677035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-efforts.html' title='My Efforts'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SUxwAGrVsDI/AAAAAAAABJo/EKIqrY0AkCM/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-7282732720973063371</id><published>2008-12-14T22:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:05:01.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Online Biz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SUUgQXxuhTI/AAAAAAAABJg/_pcryFjsi9E/s1600-h/Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SUUgQXxuhTI/AAAAAAAABJg/_pcryFjsi9E/s400/Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279661603794355506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's done! I have been working so hard to work on this. My online shop! I was thinking to do something new so yup this is what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that sure if it's going to work, but I hope yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;Come and support me, will you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FabulousDresser.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-7282732720973063371?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/7282732720973063371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=7282732720973063371&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7282732720973063371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7282732720973063371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-online-biz.html' title='My Online Biz!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SUUgQXxuhTI/AAAAAAAABJg/_pcryFjsi9E/s72-c/Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2688598883761572548</id><published>2008-12-06T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:37:14.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Landslide at Bkt Antarabangsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.thestar.com.my/thumbnails/1167/destroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://gallery.thestar.com.my/thumbnails/1167/destroy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.thestar.com.my/thumbnails/1167/collapse0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 500px;" src="http://gallery.thestar.com.my/thumbnails/1167/collapse0612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thestar.com.my/archives/2008/12/6/nation/n_rescue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.thestar.com.my/archives/2008/12/6/nation/n_rescue1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a massive landslide in Bukit Antarabangsa, Ampang, at 4am Saturday. Four people are reported dead with 15 injured and 14 bungalows buried under mud and rubble. A total of 3,000 to 5,000 residents in the vicinity are being evacuated.&lt;br /&gt;(The Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and heard the ambulance. My mum told me about the landslide. I was like OMG! How could that happened? It's near to my house, as I live a hill nearby Bukit Antarabangsa. Mine is Ukay Heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wan, rumah awk ade kena tanah runtuh tak?&lt;/span&gt;" Fatin called me this morning. She's back from Johor after her finals. Thanks for calling my dear, miss you so much! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered quite some years back, landslide took place and collapsed the houses on the upper houses. Mine is at the bottom of the slope, but still it's on a hill. (that's why I could not get any public transport here) It's terrifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that everything is fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2688598883761572548?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2688598883761572548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2688598883761572548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2688598883761572548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2688598883761572548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/landslide-at-bkt-antarabangsa.html' title='Landslide at Bkt Antarabangsa'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-9093424961456005307</id><published>2008-12-05T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:00:00.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here.</title><content type='html'>I'm here. Yes, still surviving over the dreadful deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old. I tend to forget a lot of things these days, I have forgotten my friends' birthday. (I'm deeply sorry!) I have forgotten what I'm supposed to do with the files in my room. I have forgotten what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STk7vPDdnUI/AAAAAAAABJI/Yya7EwtBfaY/s1600-h/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STk7vPDdnUI/AAAAAAAABJI/Yya7EwtBfaY/s400/DSC02506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314121122192706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Yik Voon this is for you. Hui Min's masterpiece ( me and ah lin) during SBS night. I brought up this because I remembered Shu Hui asked to me "Hey are you organising SBS night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so speechless that time. Most of my friends know that I have a tight schedule and involved in a lot of college stuff. (Because I tend to drop by SAD, so it's basically the same) Anyway, it's going to end next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have a entreprenuership talk and AGM next week. I have just done with all the emails and some paperworks - agenda, documentations. Oh ya, I forgot to mention about assignment submission, course work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanna say is, we all have committments. There is no explicit reason why we want to commit ourselves with responsibilities and pressures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like in life, we have to give and take. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-9093424961456005307?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/9093424961456005307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=9093424961456005307&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9093424961456005307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9093424961456005307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-here.html' title='Still Here.'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STk7vPDdnUI/AAAAAAAABJI/Yya7EwtBfaY/s72-c/DSC02506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3985453616751365785</id><published>2008-12-04T20:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:46:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little haul</title><content type='html'>*guilty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up my long abandoned blog? It's been quite some time since I last blogged. Yeah I'm telling the exact same thing whenever I have abandoned my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a conservative person, in thoughts. I have my own approach of what I would bring up and what I wouldn't. Of course, I would wanna keep my blog as CLEAN as possible by trying to avoid gloominess and vulgar gesture. Trust me, you would not want to see me when I am exasperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking through my picture folder and I saw some pictures. My Avon and Old Navy haul! I took this picture to show Hui Min about what I have got from Oldnavy and Avon website. *evil me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know, I should have done more hauls. This is just one of the ordinary stuff I'm getting. There are more to come, from Coastal Scents, Drugstore, ELF, etc.&lt;br /&gt;(FYI finally I have got enough stock for my lippies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STgHkD3nO4I/AAAAAAAABJA/FHbuZI5fsEw/s1600-h/IMG_8301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STgHkD3nO4I/AAAAAAAABJA/FHbuZI5fsEw/s400/IMG_8301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275975279559785346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes nicely with bubble wrap. The pink and blue ones are my Old Navy clothes. I got a skorts and a pants, typical activewear ones. There are in great quality I have to say, for USD $1.99 it's worth the price! Anyhow the sales has ended, it was at $10+ which I doubt I would buy at that price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STfVdYmN5EI/AAAAAAAABIQ/q-psMk8jQpM/s1600-h/IMG_8304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STfVdYmN5EI/AAAAAAAABIQ/q-psMk8jQpM/s400/IMG_8304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275920189283492930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are the lippies stuff that I got from Avon. I forgot to snap the picture of the Avon cute mascara, it's even smaller than a lip balm. The cutest ever! Oh ya, the white transparent tube is Ardell Brow and Lash Accelerator which I'm so indulged with it at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 3 slim ones: (Forgot how much was it, about five bucks)&lt;br /&gt;Avon Cool Pout in Natural Chill&lt;br /&gt;Avon Cool Pout in Ice Princess&lt;br /&gt;Avon Cool Pout in Berry Refreshing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get fresh with this tingly cool gloss. The intense shine magnifies lips' fullness and moisturieses with vitamin A, C and E. SPF 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STfZYO5kG4I/AAAAAAAABIw/ZeVaYzWZjXI/s1600-h/4b40_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STfZYO5kG4I/AAAAAAAABIw/ZeVaYzWZjXI/s400/4b40_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275924498827451266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.avon.com/shop/product.aspx?src_page=product_list.aspx&amp;amp;level1_id=300&amp;amp;level2_id=301&amp;amp;pdept_id=311&amp;amp;dept_id=388&amp;amp;pf_id=5908"&gt;Avon Moisture Therapy&lt;/a&gt; (USD 0.69)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glide on this emollient-rich formula to help protect lips from chapping and dryness, with the added benefit of SPF 15 to protect lips from the sun's harmful rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shop.avon.com/shop/assets/images/prod/PROD_1015138_LG.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 195px;" src="http://shop.avon.com/shop/assets/images/prod/PROD_1015138_LG.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 plumpy black ones: USD$ 6 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.avon.com/shop/product.aspx?src_page=product_list.aspx&amp;amp;level1_id=300&amp;amp;level2_id=301&amp;amp;pdept_id=311&amp;amp;dept_id=388&amp;amp;pf_id=34162"&gt;ULTRA COLOR RICH Lip Exfoliator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Exfoliate. Glide one exfoliating particles once or twice over lips. Wipe lips clean before applying conditioner or color. Resurfaces: smoothes away dry skin for softer lips. Revitalizes: restores lips' healthy-looking rosy glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.avon.com/shop/product.aspx?src_page=product_list.aspx&amp;amp;level1_id=300&amp;amp;level2_id=301&amp;amp;pdept_id=311&amp;amp;dept_id=388&amp;amp;pf_id=33989"&gt;ULTRA COLOUR RICH Lip Conditioner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-hour conditioner with vitamins. Lips look and feel softer, smoother, fuller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shop.avon.com/shop/assets/images/prod/PROD_1046096_LG.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 195px;" src="http://shop.avon.com/shop/assets/images/prod/PROD_1046096_LG.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG this two works perfectly together! It's colourles, dont worry. It's all the treatment I need for my lippies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is just a simple haul as I only got some stuff. I did not do a haul on what I got from Korea. I was a bit out of my schedule recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so that's it for now. Back to my assignments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3985453616751365785?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3985453616751365785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3985453616751365785&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3985453616751365785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3985453616751365785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-haul.html' title='My little haul'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/STgHkD3nO4I/AAAAAAAABJA/FHbuZI5fsEw/s72-c/IMG_8301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3870601935943776279</id><published>2008-11-08T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:33:16.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to where I belong to</title><content type='html'>For the entire week I woke up at 6 something and went for replacement classes at 8am. It's been an exhausting week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Career Fair had ended, it feels like the end of everything. Except for the evaluation report that I have to generate later on. Kinda worn out now althought I had slept for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;To where I'm supposed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3870601935943776279?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3870601935943776279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3870601935943776279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3870601935943776279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3870601935943776279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-where-i-belong-to.html' title='Back to where I belong to'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1020659766696551550</id><published>2008-10-25T21:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:58:48.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result Released</title><content type='html'>I am never a techie. No matter how hard I tried, I will never get A for that kind of subjects for the past 3 semesters. I wonder what went wrong, honestly. Could it be our coursework? Hate that coursework so much. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it doesn't matter. I am still me. My CGPA is dwindling from time to time, I might not be able to secure my scholarship next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not boasting. I got A for accounting papers since the first semester, each of it like IA, FOA, FA, etc. Anything that has to do with the statements, ledger, etc. I obtained better result for the subjects that is related to ACCA, that includes my taxation too. HOWEVER, I had great difficulty in my management accounting subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I'm suitable for CIMA. I do not have any sense of basic intelligence nor common sense for management accounting. It's all about costing, budgeting, forecasting. I don't know, maybe I am not convinced enough. I was not convinced enough during my fundamentals in management accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a genius, been telling this for like a million of times. Straight As in SPM doesn't mean anything, please. Some people are just so ridiculous to think that I am a genius or something. I study like a freaking mad person, that's what I told my sister (she is having exam trauma now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept the fact that I am not a genius. Yes it feels bad and terrible not to be able to achive good results. But this is me, and my result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-1020659766696551550?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1020659766696551550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1020659766696551550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1020659766696551550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1020659766696551550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/10/result-released.html' title='Result Released'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4978879271929112543</id><published>2008-10-21T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:28:26.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Against The World</title><content type='html'>You and I, we’ve been at it so long&lt;br /&gt;I still got the strongest fire&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we still know how to talk&lt;br /&gt;Know how to walk that wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like the world is against me&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice, baby&lt;br /&gt;That's what saves me&lt;br /&gt;When we're together I feel so invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;You and me against them all&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to these words&lt;br /&gt;Know that we are standing tall&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever see the day that&lt;br /&gt;I won't catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's us against the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’ll be days&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be on different sides but&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t last too long&lt;br /&gt;We find ways to get it on track&lt;br /&gt;And know how to turn back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep it together&lt;br /&gt;Then you hold me close&lt;br /&gt;And you make it better&lt;br /&gt;When I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;I can feel so unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;You and me against them all&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to these words&lt;br /&gt;Know that we are standing tall&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever see the day that&lt;br /&gt;I won't catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's us against the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re not gonna break&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both still believe&lt;br /&gt;We know what we’ve got&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve got what we need alright&lt;br /&gt;We’re doing something right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;You and me against them all&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to these words&lt;br /&gt;Know that we are standing tall&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever see the day that&lt;br /&gt;I won't catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us against the world&lt;br /&gt;You and me against them all&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to these words&lt;br /&gt;Know that we are standing tall&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever see the day that&lt;br /&gt;I won't catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Us against the world&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s us against the world, baby&lt;br /&gt;Us against the world tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4978879271929112543?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4978879271929112543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4978879271929112543&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4978879271929112543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4978879271929112543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/10/us-against-world.html' title='Us Against The World'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-9188944623422661070</id><published>2008-10-17T23:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:00:16.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>I am easy going. I believe that I am never a discerning censor with overly finicky approach. And I am never good in expressing my true feelings. Correct me if I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bear with a lot of things but NEVER with hypocrisy. Yeah it goes around and we know that it is the nature of the human being. Feigning is not a crime, and it is not a bad thing either. It can be good in some ways. But no matter how good you are in feigning, sincerity says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered in BC, Andrew asked us what's our favourite English word. There are so many words in English. My answer is "Chemistry". It's not really like I love chemistry subject, I'm an art stream student. The chemistry between people, that's what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a typical human being with feelings. I tend to be easily offended and hurt, not by acts of people but by the disguise of people. I appreciate people surrounding me with heartfelt gratitude, although I am not good in expressing my thoughts. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can help and do a lot of things without asking for anything return, because I believe that sincerity is the most valued asset. But there are times my existence is being relied on without a sense of genuineness. I always plead for the least of understanding and yet I never succeed in getting any of them. There is a sense of belonging, without sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I treat everyone wholeheartedly, but when I find that a person is not being genuine (the feeling of belonging where people be with you for the sake of depending on you) I will be very upset and in the end lose confidence. That's the end of it. Although later on I might be friendly or laughing like a crazy fella, but actually I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blemish is there, it engraves somewhere deep inside. Things might have changed, but never my confidence. You might be happy taking advantage on people, but you will lose something much more valued in the end. Something that people have aversion to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never exploit a person's feeling under pretense of intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;Be gracious to yourself, and people surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-9188944623422661070?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/9188944623422661070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=9188944623422661070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9188944623422661070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/9188944623422661070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/10/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4912140493774078380</id><published>2008-10-13T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:09:55.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacant</title><content type='html'>I feel a sense of vacant and insecure. I feel so worthless and do not know what else I should do now. I do not know who should I rely on. I do not know where I should find a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't shop so much. I can cut down my shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I won't nag him and bully him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I won't stay up late and let him worried.&lt;br /&gt;I won't drink so much coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be choosy not taking cough medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do a lot of things, although it sounds silly and doesn't make sense. But please bless him and get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what I can do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4912140493774078380?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4912140493774078380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4912140493774078380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4912140493774078380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4912140493774078380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacant.html' title='Vacant'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-7475129268034129591</id><published>2008-10-12T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:52:58.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Me</title><content type='html'>I could not sleep today. Feeling worthless, I could not stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, if you could hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Please take away all the sickness from him.&lt;br /&gt;Please take away all the ache suffered by him.&lt;br /&gt;Please bless him with a healthy body and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could barely see him smile or laugh. I feel so useless that I could not do anything, not even the easiest thing to make him smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the prick with ache, deep deep inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-7475129268034129591?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/7475129268034129591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=7475129268034129591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7475129268034129591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7475129268034129591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/10/useless-me.html' title='Useless Me'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1100832896298611305</id><published>2008-10-02T22:49:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:20:50.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Trip - Buffet Dinner and Dreamz (Did a good deed!)</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Back from my long vacation in Genting Highlands. At least I felt it was a long trip because I'm very tired. So we went there on the first day of Raya. I dont know where to start actually about the whole traveling thing. It's a nice family trip. The main purpose of the traveling is for the buffet dinner and to watch the Dreamz show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYkmGEARtI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xVLN04MR5E4/s1600-h/IMG_7797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYkmGEARtI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xVLN04MR5E4/s400/IMG_7797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252926252255299282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYkmBagDUI/AAAAAAAAAyY/aKPJk3he6nc/s1600-h/IMG_7796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYkmBagDUI/AAAAAAAAAyY/aKPJk3he6nc/s400/IMG_7796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252926251007479106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my sis camwhoring.  My sis did a lot of camwhoring in this trip, somehow like her sister huh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYkmLOvb1I/AAAAAAAAAyo/-gsH0A3WeME/s1600-h/IMG_7800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYkmLOvb1I/AAAAAAAAAyo/-gsH0A3WeME/s400/IMG_7800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252926253642510162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYkmGHyznI/AAAAAAAAAyw/sgdRLxHvW6I/s1600-h/IMG_7801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYkmGHyznI/AAAAAAAAAyw/sgdRLxHvW6I/s400/IMG_7801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252926252271193714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outdoor Themepark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYqyCYAQAI/AAAAAAAAA2A/KQjyL9DfXQg/s1600-h/IMG_7802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYqyCYAQAI/AAAAAAAAA2A/KQjyL9DfXQg/s400/IMG_7802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252933054493638658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Space Shot. One of my favourite. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet. It's really nice where there are different types of cuisines: Western, Japanese, Chinese, Nyonya, West Asian. I absolutely love the Japanese cuisine. Well, the great thing about buffet is you can eat how many your appetite can hold. There were chefs at there like doing the Tapanyaki style and you can choose whatever you want. Grilled Salmon, Chicken, Beef.. Everything you can eat! Sushi too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about buffet is they have chefs at each section preparing the food upon request. At there, the chefs will cook right in front of you upon your request. Like Chinese cuisine, there are a lot of raw vegetables and ingredients. You have to just pick up what you wanna eat and just hand it to the chefs and they will cook it for you just in few minutes! Amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlk3DPSdI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ceiOJFSYxtI/s1600-h/IMG_7828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlk3DPSdI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ceiOJFSYxtI/s400/IMG_7828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252927330557315538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my dear mum. She wasn't looking at the camera, I guess she was looking for more food at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlJIrRasI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Gdi-2s1V5Uo/s1600-h/IMG_7837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlJIrRasI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Gdi-2s1V5Uo/s400/IMG_7837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252926854252292802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlJRrx4KI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KIZqZ0ejwlg/s1600-h/IMG_7838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlJRrx4KI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KIZqZ0ejwlg/s400/IMG_7838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252926856670339234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlJXXr_MI/AAAAAAAAAzY/24LnuMOohQ0/s1600-h/IMG_7839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlJXXr_MI/AAAAAAAAAzY/24LnuMOohQ0/s400/IMG_7839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252926858196679874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis and I. Outside the buffed venue with nice scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the buffet dinner, there are fireworks show at the open area of the car park. Raya special programme I guess. So my brother, my sister and I went there and watched it. I have never been to any public countdowns because I don't really like to squeeze between the crowd but it's really okay at Genting. You know the environment, the cool air, the whole aroma thing is really smothing. Actually I had some videos but I was really thinking about posting it here because it's full of my sister's scream. =.='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlJOzsFGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/MAD1XSokb5A/s1600-h/IMG_7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYlJOzsFGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/MAD1XSokb5A/s400/IMG_7854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252926855898207330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYllFcIeYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6-i8Ituh95w/s1600-h/IMG_7858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYllFcIeYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6-i8Ituh95w/s400/IMG_7858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252927334419822978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYnbtx6wMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/c6aq-y85eqw/s1600-h/IMG_7875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYnbtx6wMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/c6aq-y85eqw/s400/IMG_7875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252929372473180354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYllHDMH6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/KU5-dIG5jWk/s1600-h/IMG_7923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYllHDMH6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/KU5-dIG5jWk/s400/IMG_7923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252927334852075426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYllApbWhI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Z-aglTMgYWs/s1600-h/IMG_7942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYllApbWhI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Z-aglTMgYWs/s400/IMG_7942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252927333133408786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis took the pictures. The video is much more nicer I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOTidi-l9wI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-8lQzTCIg88/s1600-h/dreamz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOTidi-l9wI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-8lQzTCIg88/s400/dreamz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572062654265090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoT6Xp-zI/AAAAAAAAA1g/vLS5PG-zYcg/s1600-h/IMG_8009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoT6Xp-zI/AAAAAAAAA1g/vLS5PG-zYcg/s400/IMG_8009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252930337925364530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after the fireworks, we rushed to The Pavilion to watch the Dreamz show. My dad got us some seats in front, really nice! The show was quite okay, the great thing about it is we got the chance to view the magic right in front of our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite expensive. My bro said he almost fell asleep during the show. Sleepy head! Slept for the whole day already still wanna sleep. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYllPQyxaI/AAAAAAAAAzo/P7AWQm0iJdw/s1600-h/IMG_7845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYllPQyxaI/AAAAAAAAAzo/P7AWQm0iJdw/s400/IMG_7845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252927337056617890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYuythbz4I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0714DZGEe0A/s1600-h/IMG_7948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYuythbz4I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0714DZGEe0A/s400/IMG_7948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252937464122429314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this picture. My brother said the body doesn't fit my sis's head as her head is as big as the tiger. Hahaha true huh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYqVlXQ2NI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YuiDfCPkd-0/s1600-h/IMG_7946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYqVlXQ2NI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YuiDfCPkd-0/s400/IMG_7946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252932565669566674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I go too. Haha I'm so childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYnb9npLqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rvCAwpGXC1g/s1600-h/IMG_7954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYnb9npLqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rvCAwpGXC1g/s400/IMG_7954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252929376725053090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYnb3MtAHI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/enqsBjzEfU4/s1600-h/IMG_7959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYnb3MtAHI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/enqsBjzEfU4/s400/IMG_7959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252929375001444466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second day at First World. Look at the picture you could see that I was really tired because I did not have enough sleep the night before in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDRtlSgI/AAAAAAAAA0w/XTKfEx9Plz8/s1600-h/IMG_7973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDRtlSgI/AAAAAAAAA0w/XTKfEx9Plz8/s400/IMG_7973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252930052133571074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We noticed a nice shop. See the big bowl of mee on top there? It's really cute like a real bowl of mee, look at the water vapour! Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYqyMiponI/AAAAAAAAA2I/44pROKKh4hk/s1600-h/IMG_7969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYqyMiponI/AAAAAAAAA2I/44pROKKh4hk/s400/IMG_7969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252933057222648434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYqyESpPZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/gXCZHzbaOfU/s1600-h/IMG_7970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYqyESpPZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/gXCZHzbaOfU/s400/IMG_7970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252933055008030098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The haunted house. I went there once and I swore I will not go for it anymore. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDQaxpHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dNW26qxmKJk/s1600-h/IMG_7982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDQaxpHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dNW26qxmKJk/s400/IMG_7982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252930051786253426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDXVSuXI/AAAAAAAAA04/Q22UtP4_AGI/s1600-h/IMG_7983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDXVSuXI/AAAAAAAAA04/Q22UtP4_AGI/s400/IMG_7983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252930053642303858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYy9mW78II/AAAAAAAAA2g/fvVGeX4R0X4/s1600-h/00075353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYy9mW78II/AAAAAAAAA2g/fvVGeX4R0X4/s400/00075353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252942049224421506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and I went to watch "Painted Skin" movie. We got a free snack upon purchase of the ticket, a chocolate bar. It's a nice and moving movie, I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDv_zeII/AAAAAAAAA1I/b9-UoJw0MNE/s1600-h/IMG_7984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDv_zeII/AAAAAAAAA1I/b9-UoJw0MNE/s400/IMG_7984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252930060263061634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDvj-AOI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/rRuGTh9tzKY/s1600-h/IMG_7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYoDvj-AOI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/rRuGTh9tzKY/s400/IMG_7987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252930060146311394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know the restaurant at the First World there? Somewhere near the stage, there's a ShangHai restaurant. This is Durian Pancake. It doesn't look like pancake at all, it's very delicious. The golden yellow filling below the icy durian cream is durian. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you so much. best of luck. my name is jenny. we live in filipinos we live in kl since 1985. thank you again &lt;/span&gt;(SMS sent by the lovely lady)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah! My mum picked up an I-Mobile camera phone. It's a nice black sleek phone with luminious green line at the sides. Something like SE K850, quite nice but I have never seen it here. My brother says it's a Singapore phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We was trying to contact the owner of the phone but we couldnt as the owner somehow blocked the simcard after 15 attempts of calling. So we could not call the owner using the phone. So I sent a message to the owner with my handphone, in hope that he or she was still in Genting. I received a call immedietly, it turns out to be a lady owner from foreign countries. (Sounds like a friend of mine from Phillipines who are working at Embassy of Cuba now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was correct, she's from Phillipines and been living in KL about twenty years. So we met up at the lobby of the hotel and I returned it to her. She thought she would not be able to find her phone again, she was really grateful and happy! And so were we! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say, "you could have kept the phone!" Yeah very true, but I can actually feel how sad and panic was the owner. If I were the lady, I would burst into tears and cry like a big baby. What goes around comes around, we were glad that we did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful trip! Although it's not like we went to somewhere far, but it's nice traveling with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-1100832896298611305?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1100832896298611305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1100832896298611305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1100832896298611305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1100832896298611305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/10/genting-trip-buffet-dinner-and-dreamz.html' title='Genting Trip - Buffet Dinner and Dreamz (Did a good deed!)'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SOYkmGEARtI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xVLN04MR5E4/s72-c/IMG_7797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2826095192336191229</id><published>2008-09-29T18:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:02:57.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you rich?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1216/1216544hgzwoosbaw.gif" width="189" border="0" height="265" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new semester will commence next week. I have checked the timetable and I am very anxious about the subjects. Oh God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also checked on the Career Fair application form on the Intranet by SJPS, ahh-ha! There it goes, finally it's there. Reminds me of paperworks and meetings. There are a lot of activities going on and we will be really busy after this week. (I'm praticaly kinda tired, and my sore throat doesn't seem better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just typed a cover letter to apply for a scholarship. I don't put high hopes on it, look at the chances and you will know. Any how, I really hope that I can secure a scholarship for my Advance Diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well most of the reason people apply scholarship or loan is because WE NEED MONEY. We choose to study in TARC is because it is affordable. Expensive and "high-end" universities is not everything, what is the problem of undertaking affordable studies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people take up loans to study in expensive colleges, and say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why are you studying in TARC? It's is so cheap and useless."&lt;/span&gt; (Excuse me, are you rich? Then why are you taking loans?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe you are rich, but you are definitely having LOW EQ. The measure of a person is the way how he or she talks.  People would respect you if you're a person of high EQ. Even if the person is from a wealthy family, your parents are rich and not you. Whether you will be rich and succeed in your career depends on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is not shameful to admit if you are not rich. But it is shameful and pitiable to act like a rich people when you are not, and being a low EQ person.&lt;/span&gt; Be respectful to everyone, just like how we must respect and accept the state of every human being especially the ones that have disabilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2826095192336191229?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2826095192336191229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2826095192336191229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2826095192336191229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2826095192336191229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-rich.html' title='Are you rich?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-5845776693307747068</id><published>2008-09-28T10:56:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:46:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voiceless Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/855/855423n406hk6zwy.gif" width="176" border="0" height="220" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this sore throat for about few days already. It's not like the normal sore throat that I used to have but it's kinda, you know hard to breathe this time. It makes me cough all the time, I wonder why. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I canceled most of my plans because of this cough. And yeah, coughing for the whole day makes me really weak and lazy. I was planning to go out with my friends, but I could not make it in the end. Sad and pathetic me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I are going to Genting next week. Yeah to watch some kind of magic show (cost about 100 ringgit per person which I'm not sure it is worth or not) and buffet dinner. My dad got us a deluxe room and strange enough, I'm not really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, oh god. We're going there on Wednesday and last night she was bugging her voiceless sister (apparently that's me) about what she is supposed to wear, what should she bring, what we're going to do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.='lll Oh god, I want my voice back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-5845776693307747068?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/5845776693307747068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=5845776693307747068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5845776693307747068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/5845776693307747068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/voiceless-me.html' title='Voiceless Me'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-868346784926610187</id><published>2008-09-21T10:35:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:40:31.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we count the years..</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday morning! I cleaned up my room for the whole day yesterday, sorted out my notes and all my junkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that I have so many junkies. I saw my kindergarten academic report, my primary school pictures, my secondary school pictures. I feel so old in a sudden, I'm about twenty now. Yeah, you know the kind of feeling when it feels like LONG LONG TIME AGO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become a full-fledged bird. I'm no longer being pampered, and I have to bear the responsibility as a grown up person and full liable of what I wanna achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just showing some random pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6jPpRzKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/vbMucN5Y2bM/s1600-h/17840938925184l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6jPpRzKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/vbMucN5Y2bM/s400/17840938925184l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306055428033698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were fifteen that time. Yoon Keong looks so blur and cute. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6inqOsHI/AAAAAAAAAww/JGG6h0x7j9I/s1600-h/21297324958077l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6inqOsHI/AAAAAAAAAww/JGG6h0x7j9I/s400/21297324958077l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306044694605938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sixteen. Ms Tan Siew Lee was with us that time. She is in TARC now teaching English, she's a great teacher that we all salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed her "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YUHOO~~!!&lt;/span&gt;". Sometimes we do hear her "YUHOO~~!!" from the next door when we are having tutorial, memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7UaQISdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/fMKMA5vPgbA/s1600-h/37597187643831l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7UaQISdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/fMKMA5vPgbA/s400/37597187643831l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306900088932818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6i0ONseI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MTEebWmhHh4/s1600-h/1_957732874l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6i0ONseI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MTEebWmhHh4/s400/1_957732874l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306048066761186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that was the last time we had gathering. Wonder when we can gather around again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6jZOHdqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OuSYn0heBsU/s1600-h/1_261913008l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6jZOHdqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OuSYn0heBsU/s400/1_261913008l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306057998464674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7UY7rlaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/2kepr89S9fk/s1600-h/1_540611492l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7UY7rlaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/2kepr89S9fk/s400/1_540611492l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306899734730146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't see each other for a long time. Had a great time at Genting there, well except Taw Yang. Hard to not notice him sometimes, he always sit at the first few rows in lecture hall. *swt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6ikdwreI/AAAAAAAAAwo/xskDcHQu3aQ/s1600-h/20072008311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6ikdwreI/AAAAAAAAAwo/xskDcHQu3aQ/s400/20072008311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306043837001186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year, they came to my house with a cake. How suprising! I was very moved that time, thank you all!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days before exam, I received a call from Su Lan when I was in lecture hall saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Yin Wan, you still in Malaysia?&lt;/span&gt;" I was told that Chien Huey is going to Russia to further her studies. So there it goes, the next few days we are having gathering! Not much people came, but yeah it was fun! Most of the friends have gone to overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7pIPbi2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/fph4D7qL5IA/s1600-h/n545344759_820463_4083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7pIPbi2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/fph4D7qL5IA/s400/n545344759_820463_4083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248307256031415138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7oh-6fBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KzsrRyml958/s1600-h/n545344759_820460_3222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7oh-6fBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KzsrRyml958/s400/n545344759_820460_3222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248307245761592338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7oxkVFVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/f4Hrp7pLL_M/s1600-h/n545344759_820462_3800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7oxkVFVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/f4Hrp7pLL_M/s400/n545344759_820462_3800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248307249945056594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7U49BhuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/UzK7bjRjNBk/s1600-h/n545344759_820453_1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7U49BhuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/UzK7bjRjNBk/s400/n545344759_820453_1194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306908330297058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7UoBUCPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HOuif-a8UWM/s1600-h/n545344759_820451_620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7UoBUCPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HOuif-a8UWM/s400/n545344759_820451_620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306903784884466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7VAVRfBI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Hd8Mz8fhBEY/s1600-h/n545344759_820455_1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW7VAVRfBI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Hd8Mz8fhBEY/s400/n545344759_820455_1767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248306910311054354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all will reach twenty in no time. And by that time, I would have finished my two years in diploma and moving on to Advance Diploma. Not long after, then we all would have graduated. I'm very excited and very scared at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be old. I wanna stay the way I am right now, though I'm so old and pretending to be young. Maybe I'm just not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-868346784926610187?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/868346784926610187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=868346784926610187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/868346784926610187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/868346784926610187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-we-count-years.html' title='As we count the years..'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNW6jPpRzKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/vbMucN5Y2bM/s72-c/17840938925184l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8444215204230859205</id><published>2008-09-19T22:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:32:43.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close, but not too close</title><content type='html'>Just finished exam. It doesn't feel much like FINALLY that kind of feeling, dont know why. I do not feel the liberty, the merdeka feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at the exam timetable on my room's wall, it's over? Six subjects ended in this semester. I have two more semesters to go before I graduate, qualifying in Diploma. Can I secure scholarship too for my advance diploma? And which path should I go for after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time, a lot of things come around. It's getting tougher, getting closer to the professional accounting standard, and a step closer to be qualified as a professional accountant. Yeah I know, to achieve professional qualification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows. It's gonna be tough. And me myself, I can't imagine myself being a charted accountant as far as I can imagine. Me in nice looking G2000 slack and blazer, talking like a charted accountant. People look at you like.. "Hey look, she's a charted accountant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNPWKHHgRvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/yom4ZPcO7Ms/s1600-h/1_381193896l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNPWKHHgRvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/yom4ZPcO7Ms/s400/1_381193896l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247773460014319346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(That's me and Tsin Yi in the pic.  XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not me. How can I be one? It feels really different, in a way. Makes me think of some friends in British Council. They are real working professionals with high qualification. I was the youngest there with least qualification. But hey, we can chit chat like "hey hey you you" type. Yeah some of them hold vital positions in certain companies, and I'm glad that I'm part of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNPWKjlwPrI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9fSwbc1le1w/s1600-h/1_478947033l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNPWKjlwPrI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9fSwbc1le1w/s400/1_478947033l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247773467657387698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through CGS, I met a lot of people and learned a lot. I always think when I'm in their shoes, holding top positions in reputable companies. Meeting business people everyday, exchanging business card, socialise and going out for dinner. I start to feel that I should be looking foward for what is laid ahead my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be potholed and it is not likely that we will go back to the easy ones ever again. It's close but not too close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8444215204230859205?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8444215204230859205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8444215204230859205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8444215204230859205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8444215204230859205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/close-but-not-too-close_19.html' title='Close, but not too close'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SNPWKHHgRvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/yom4ZPcO7Ms/s72-c/1_381193896l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4233475708490129522</id><published>2008-09-17T22:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:39:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last person who tagged you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What relationship of u with him/her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my ex-schoolmate, a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your 5 impression towards him/her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil quiet XD&lt;br /&gt;Knowing him as a talkative person, not that quiet lar actually&lt;br /&gt;Knowledgeable&lt;br /&gt;Passionate blogger&lt;br /&gt;Very into sentimental music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she has done to u:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable? Tough one here, there are some..&lt;br /&gt;The video I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable words that he/she said to u:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable? I guess it's the whole friend kind of feeling and conversation. Really hard to really identify which words are most unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I have to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy? Haha wont lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure his lover will tell. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I dont know. Now you mention, why not you tell me what is the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, being a good and supportive friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The overall impression to he/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice person. A lil quiet at times but still okay, a friendly and easy going person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me will tell. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The character for you for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person of great compliance, I suppose. Sometimes overly serious and sometimes too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oww, a lot. Big spender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate everyone who cares about me. I'm glad and proud of being myself because all the great people surrounding me completed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have played this before last time. Who I wanna tag? Anyone will do! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4233475708490129522?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4233475708490129522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4233475708490129522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4233475708490129522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4233475708490129522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-tag.html' title='Tag Tag!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4302617880384555137</id><published>2008-09-15T20:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:59:04.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went for Doc, in the end</title><content type='html'>Just woke up, feeling very drowsy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Business Law exam today, I was OMG-ly excited. (terrible english, I know) I memorised the whole chapter of Sources of Law, Law of Tort and Agency, with the sections and sub-sub sections for the past few days even to sleep. Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nightmare keeping those stuff in my mind for these few days, with my annonying ear pain and toungue injury. I wished somehow I could add some memory stick into my mind (should go for extra RAM and  storage capacity), makes me feel so old. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the exam hall and look at the questions..&lt;br /&gt;HEY I KNOW WHAT THE QUESTIONS ARE TALKING ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;*sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whether if I can answer the questions or not is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;*double sweat* =.='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah after the exam, my dad wanna bring me to some kind of specialist centre but it somehow was not in sight. Kinda lost and went to a clinic in the end after going around Ampang area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc said I'm having some kind of infection in my ears, that's why I'm feeling so drowsy and painful. It's like someone is knocking my head. (Imagine when I'm studying law with all the sections in this situation) For my toungue, it's like an ulcer or something which prohibits me to eat like a NORMAL HUMAN BEING for these few days. It's not normal ulcer I think, it's like being hurt or cut like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, you look pale."&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said. And I was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Who can not be pale memorising the law acts and sections?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4302617880384555137?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4302617880384555137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4302617880384555137&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4302617880384555137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4302617880384555137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-for-doc-in-end.html' title='Went for Doc, in the end'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1968461814683692959</id><published>2008-09-11T22:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:05:44.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to share *taking a break*</title><content type='html'>I guess I do not need a "dangerous shopaholic" tag. My bank statement says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay as usual, I just do my thing. My thing. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; monitor shopping&lt;/span&gt;. My terminology- online shopping without buying. Alright, YET to buy but not sure yet okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share some nice stuff when I was browsing. I have fallen head over heels for these stuff! This is so OMG! I swear that my intention was not these, it just somehow came out from no where. Anyway, I have not found what I wanna find yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are gorgeous, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SMkztIF6jkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/hqn39UQJirI/s1600-h/T1fPVXXmhu3cxXXXXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SMkztIF6jkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/hqn39UQJirI/s400/T1fPVXXmhu3cxXXXXX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244780091409075778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SMkztkY0MJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/513v_QrrbkU/s1600-h/T1wGXaXo0c3cxXXXXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SMkztkY0MJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/513v_QrrbkU/s400/T1wGXaXo0c3cxXXXXX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244780099004543122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SMkzt7y8hMI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7Y41AWAFHCw/s1600-h/T13xpaXjRc3kxXXXXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SMkzt7y8hMI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7Y41AWAFHCw/s400/T13xpaXjRc3kxXXXXX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244780105288156354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Taking a break*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahhhh, gorgeous!*&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/2623531979848046043-1968461814683692959?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1968461814683692959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1968461814683692959&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1968461814683692959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1968461814683692959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-to-share-taking-break.html' title='Just to share *taking a break*'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SMkztIF6jkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/hqn39UQJirI/s72-c/T1fPVXXmhu3cxXXXXX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8547352667500512488</id><published>2008-09-08T10:35:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:19:39.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step At A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*As always, please click on the side player if it doesnt autoplay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Also, my favourite Jordin Sparks!! Yay!!*&lt;br /&gt;*Read the lyrics, it's really meaningful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;So close, but so far away&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't touch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;On step at a time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you always wished for&lt;br /&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;On step at a time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;It's the faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The only way you get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;On step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;On step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song so much, been really into this song a lot. It's really meaningful. Yeah exam is getting closer but sometimes we are just rushing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything that you wished for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If they only knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the songs that I'm into, and I find it really helpful. Well yes, I do procrastinate sometimes. Anyhow, I find that if we rush too much we might not be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be. Take one step a a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the faith that makes you stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The only way you get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8547352667500512488?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8547352667500512488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8547352667500512488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8547352667500512488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8547352667500512488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step At A Time'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8560173051608792565</id><published>2008-09-05T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:02:37.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, I feel so old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/201/10/545344759/n545344759_820462_3800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/201/10/545344759/n545344759_820462_3800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/201/10/545344759/n545344759_820455_1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/201/10/545344759/n545344759_820455_1767.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/201/10/545344759/n545344759_820451_620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/201/10/545344759/n545344759_820451_620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pictures were taken on Monday with my ex-classmates. There are more, I have yet enough time to upload the pictures here. I logged in my Facebook, for like once in ten years time. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old there. OMG! It's so cool. My friends tagged me there and I saw a lot pictures and friends requests. So cool! I'm so gonna learn this after exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah i know, I'm old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8560173051608792565?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8560173051608792565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8560173051608792565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8560173051608792565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8560173051608792565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-i-feel-so-old.html' title='OMG, I feel so old!'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-8045478064066930453</id><published>2008-09-05T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:18:53.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Started</title><content type='html'>I always love songs in acoustic version. It somehow rouse and appeals to my sentiment, reaches the weariness of my camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things come around these days and I do not blog every single particular about it. I went to a gathering this week, it was a farewell party for a friend of mine. It makes me feel like, back to the old times. It's really been a while, a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my path, I have no idea what is ahead. What I'm going to face, and whether I'll be able to succeed. I still have a long way to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heaved a long sigh and grit my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-8045478064066930453?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/8045478064066930453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=8045478064066930453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8045478064066930453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/8045478064066930453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-get-started.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Started'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-7418086261677200579</id><published>2008-08-30T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:02:35.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*Click at the side player if the song does not autoplay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*One of my favourite songs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's something in the wake of your smile&lt;br /&gt;I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You've built a love but that love falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Your little piece of heaven turns too dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he's calling for you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else you can do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Before you tell him goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yeah&lt;br /&gt;They're swept away and nothing is what is seems&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of belonging to your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he's calling for you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else you can do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Before you tell him goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are voices that want to be heard&lt;br /&gt;So much to mention but you can't find the words&lt;br /&gt;The scent of magic the beauty that's been&lt;br /&gt;When love was wilder than the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he's calling for you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else you can do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Before you tell him goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;but listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-7418086261677200579?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/7418086261677200579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=7418086261677200579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7418086261677200579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7418086261677200579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/08/listen-to-your-heart.html' title='Listen To Your Heart'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-2018307973745437936</id><published>2008-08-17T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:26:42.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CGS Family'/><title type='text'>Appreciation Dinner.</title><content type='html'>Well, in case you have forgotten how I look like. Since I have not been updating my blog recently, so there you go. Don't blame me if you vomit in front your computer okay, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cam whoring (aka SS) pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOMhhRKQI/AAAAAAAAAqI/GlbBDnf7NYA/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOMhhRKQI/AAAAAAAAAqI/GlbBDnf7NYA/s400/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235520543881505026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOMzH0U1I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GroYpkFNrB4/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOMzH0U1I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GroYpkFNrB4/s400/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235520548606595922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOMy4N7UI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5E9fFqsFlHA/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOMy4N7UI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5E9fFqsFlHA/s400/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235520548541164866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overly SS, but what to do could not resist not to SS a while. Hehe. So yea today we had appreciation dinner at Ming Tea House today. Exclusively for all the CGS family members, and that includes all the helpers too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOM9ahL8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/KyVtPC6lang/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOM9ahL8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/KyVtPC6lang/s400/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235520551369387970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of Ming Tea House, Ms Jane was serving us with yummy dishes! Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the yummy dinner, time to cam whore again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPOOerTNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/57b6IF9X898/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPOOerTNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/57b6IF9X898/s400/Picture+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521672641727698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPOHchOfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/cEZV_TkSE4o/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPOHchOfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/cEZV_TkSE4o/s400/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521670753630706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting was rather dark. Looks romantic tho.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOs9p9hRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lTe4R2D4_q0/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOs9p9hRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lTe4R2D4_q0/s400/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521101189973266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPAKVxCRI/AAAAAAAAArY/B75HeeMg_AQ/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPAKVxCRI/AAAAAAAAArY/B75HeeMg_AQ/s400/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521431012444434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins. A lot of people said we look alike. Yea quite alike, other than our eyes we are shopaholics. Hehe, born to be shopaholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPAaF6BHI/AAAAAAAAArg/nCuTDtPTDYU/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPAaF6BHI/AAAAAAAAArg/nCuTDtPTDYU/s400/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521435240891506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOtBBlRWI/AAAAAAAAArI/a2qYmG_XBZA/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOtBBlRWI/AAAAAAAAArI/a2qYmG_XBZA/s400/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521102094353762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lin in red today. Hehe.. Prosperous red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhO_-kMqaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ZkKY9s7FUsI/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhO_-kMqaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ZkKY9s7FUsI/s400/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521427851749794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin, Pauline and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOtK6NSOI/AAAAAAAAArA/9xEu0u-HcDs/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOtK6NSOI/AAAAAAAAArA/9xEu0u-HcDs/s400/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521104747776226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min, Alexa and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPNzbQyrI/AAAAAAAAAr4/TLTjdTaAzXk/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPNzbQyrI/AAAAAAAAAr4/TLTjdTaAzXk/s400/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521665379650226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPAahHKgI/AAAAAAAAAro/xSuWRMG4jHU/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPAahHKgI/AAAAAAAAAro/xSuWRMG4jHU/s400/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521435354999298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls. Kinda SS huh~ Hehe what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPNwT2drI/AAAAAAAAAsA/aM4k549WjdU/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPNwT2drI/AAAAAAAAAsA/aM4k549WjdU/s400/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521664543258290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOtDKOGKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sHm7HhUAkX0/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOtDKOGKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sHm7HhUAkX0/s400/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521102667454626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPN5aTGzI/AAAAAAAAAsI/f51QZOvSq4M/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPN5aTGzI/AAAAAAAAAsI/f51QZOvSq4M/s400/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521666986220338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penguin pose.  Hui Min looks so cute! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPARV3pvI/AAAAAAAAArw/DdSIclJqoBg/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhPARV3pvI/AAAAAAAAArw/DdSIclJqoBg/s400/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521432891926258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious look. Don't mess with us yaa.. (Hyper SS, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOs03oB3I/AAAAAAAAAqo/1_nP6x1JbuU/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOs03oB3I/AAAAAAAAAqo/1_nP6x1JbuU/s400/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235521098831366002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGS FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-2018307973745437936?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/2018307973745437936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=2018307973745437936&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2018307973745437936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/2018307973745437936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/08/appreciattion-dinner.html' title='Appreciation Dinner.'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhOMhhRKQI/AAAAAAAAAqI/GlbBDnf7NYA/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3995167386559832602</id><published>2008-08-16T20:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:12:49.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Eason</title><content type='html'>*Switch on your speaker for the song*&lt;br /&gt;*Click the MP3 player at the side bar if it does not autoplay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿过人潮双眼灯火栏栅　没有想过回头&lt;br /&gt;一段又一段走不完的旅程　甚麼时候能走完&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;噢　我的梦代表甚麼&lt;br /&gt;又是甚麼让我们不安&lt;br /&gt;That’s just life　寻找梦里的未来&lt;br /&gt;That’s just life　少点现实的无奈&lt;br /&gt;不论风吹的时候  不再傍徨的时候&lt;br /&gt;永远向前　路一直都在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿过一块里面一片黑暗　没有想过回头　&lt;br /&gt;一段又一段走不完的旅程　甚麼时候能习惯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;噢　我的梦代表甚麼　&lt;br /&gt;又是甚麼让我们期盼&lt;br /&gt;That’s just life　寻找梦里的未来&lt;br /&gt;That’s just  life　少点现实的无奈&lt;br /&gt;不论风吹的时候　不在傍徨的时候&lt;br /&gt;永远向前　路一直都在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不清的路又算甚麼　看不清的梦又算甚麼&lt;br /&gt;就算走到尽头又能算甚麼　能算甚麼&lt;br /&gt;That’s just life　寻找梦里的未来&lt;br /&gt;That’s just  life　少点现实的无奈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不论风吹的时候　不再傍徨的时候&lt;br /&gt;永远向前　路一直都在&lt;br /&gt;That’s just  life　徘徊到不再徘徊&lt;br /&gt;That’s just life　从来都不怕重来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有选择的时候　无论选择的时候&lt;br /&gt;永远向前　路一直都在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX53jNqcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Go_nTCUaMQk/s1600-h/IMG_3380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX53jNqcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Go_nTCUaMQk/s400/IMG_3380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109006028941762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to cry. It was such a moving and momentous moment. Such a stirring moment as I summon up all the days we had been through for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy as it might have been thought by the others, especially when it hits the bell that rings the busiest time of the semester. After the society day, gathering day, SJPS campaign, DISC, etc. We thought that we were done with the activities but we were not. There you go, Eason Chan event! I could not believe that we got everything done by time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt very excited when Janice told us "Eason's car is in, white colour with plat number XXX!!" from the guardhouse using walkie talkie. We were very excited, Xue Yi and Winnie was standing at the side door waiting for the car to drive in. After the long wait, FINALLY he came. Yes, that kind of feeling is like.. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very much glad that Eason was alright and made it in the end although he was behind the schedule. A lot of people found their disappointment and gone back already when he arrived. That was the first song he sang, and I felt like. OMG, is it true? For all the things we had done, just for this moment. And Eason is just right in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX6Cp4P0I/AAAAAAAAApA/BcfuG-OvNsY/s1600-h/IMG_3523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX6Cp4P0I/AAAAAAAAApA/BcfuG-OvNsY/s400/IMG_3523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109009009688386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was not acting like a fanatic fan but I was very touched. I do not fancy celebrities but I salute and adore those who are of great fortitude and sincerity. I do not actually know Eason but I have a strong feeling that he has the qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eason, thanks for gracing our college even though you were not feeling well. Earnestly wish you all the best in your future undertakings.&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of yourself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX58Yw9ZI/AAAAAAAAAow/2oWuDRVocZs/s1600-h/IMG_3372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX58Yw9ZI/AAAAAAAAAow/2oWuDRVocZs/s400/IMG_3372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109007327294866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX6M0GPEI/AAAAAAAAApI/hqJtA6574dk/s1600-h/IMG_3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX6M0GPEI/AAAAAAAAApI/hqJtA6574dk/s400/IMG_3687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109011736902722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX6epMJVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IpRJdyDOY2w/s1600-h/IMG_3689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX6epMJVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IpRJdyDOY2w/s400/IMG_3689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109016522990930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbYJ3zotWI/AAAAAAAAApY/DEa7wOrVUIM/s1600-h/IMG_3694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbYJ3zotWI/AAAAAAAAApY/DEa7wOrVUIM/s400/IMG_3694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109280975730018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbYJ-edpsI/AAAAAAAAApg/qRudxFoxcE4/s1600-h/IMG_3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbYJ-edpsI/AAAAAAAAApg/qRudxFoxcE4/s400/IMG_3750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109282765973186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbYKAvT9YI/AAAAAAAAApo/S7Y_g5rZGm8/s1600-h/IMG_3752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbYKAvT9YI/AAAAAAAAApo/S7Y_g5rZGm8/s400/IMG_3752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109283373512066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhLl5MbQvI/AAAAAAAAApw/NV57mmR3ox4/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhLl5MbQvI/AAAAAAAAApw/NV57mmR3ox4/s400/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235517681198383858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhLmEdJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAp4/kVnTw3D534o/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKhLmEdJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAp4/kVnTw3D534o/s400/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235517684221344514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3995167386559832602?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3995167386559832602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3995167386559832602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3995167386559832602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3995167386559832602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you-eason.html' title='Thank you, Eason'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SKbX53jNqcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Go_nTCUaMQk/s72-c/IMG_3380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-3582027609859774370</id><published>2008-08-11T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:11:40.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Finally, it's over. I'm very tired, I can barely open my eyes now. Wish I can skip my lecture tomorrow, my presentation on the next day, my exam on this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val&lt;br /&gt;1.10 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-3582027609859774370?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/3582027609859774370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=3582027609859774370&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3582027609859774370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/3582027609859774370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-7942224984490261713</id><published>2008-08-07T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:39:48.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CGS Family</title><content type='html'>Hello my long abandoned blog. How are you doing lately? It's been so quiet here and makes me feel weird to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened lately to me? Getting older as I count on the years, I'm really glad that I had a wonderful birthday. It's a bit late to blog about this, but it was such a memorable day for me. Thanks for everything! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy and tired with society matters recently. I have been MIA for such a long time for my studies, friends, pillow and bolster. (lack of sleep, that's what I mean) Encountered countless surprises, traumas, ups and downs. We didn't expect that we would encounter so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGS family, quoted by Lin.  Yea it's been really a tough time for everyone of us.  None of us find it easy nor relax to be in this family. It all happens after the AGM and somehow it just changed everything. We are no longer living in the safety net, to be assigned with tasks by the seniors, to be guided all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friends see me in college, walking up and down to SAD everyday they all know that I'm so occupied with society matters. And I find some friends that said that I'm putting myself into the hassles, so free until nothing to do? You are so okay with your studies until you can do society stuff, don't you think you are engaging for more nuisance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the realism. And you know, when other people need you, they would not say like that. They would say "Being involved in society stuff not bad wei, so envy you leh". LOL. I'm glad that I have supporting people around me. I appreciate friends that are supportive of what I am doing. I appreciate friends that are truly understanding of what I'm doing and of what I want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGS family, LOL. Makes me feel hungry..&lt;br /&gt;Donuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-7942224984490261713?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/7942224984490261713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=7942224984490261713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7942224984490261713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/7942224984490261713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/08/cgs-family.html' title='CGS Family'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-4233703866893103525</id><published>2008-07-09T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:13:17.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我要快乐</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;又被爱伤了一遍&lt;br /&gt;无所谓当作成长&lt;br /&gt;刚刚走开的人&lt;br /&gt;烟还点着味道却淡了&lt;br /&gt;我并不是天生爱寂寞&lt;br /&gt;却比任何人都多&lt;br /&gt;就算把世界给我&lt;br /&gt;我还是一无所有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要快乐&lt;br /&gt;我要能睡的安稳&lt;br /&gt;有些人不抱了才温暖离&lt;br /&gt;开了才不恨我早应该割舍&lt;br /&gt;我要快乐&lt;br /&gt;哪怕笑的再大声&lt;br /&gt;心不是热的全都是假的&lt;br /&gt;只有眼泪是真的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把从前想了一遍&lt;br /&gt;谢谢了伤我的人&lt;br /&gt;想做乐观的人&lt;br /&gt;每种雨声听了都不冷&lt;br /&gt;我并不是天生爱寂寞&lt;br /&gt;却比任何人都多&lt;br /&gt;就算把世界给我&lt;br /&gt;我还是一无所有&lt;br /&gt;我要快乐&lt;br /&gt;我要能睡的安稳&lt;br /&gt;有些人不抱了才温暖&lt;br /&gt;离开了才不恨我早应该割舍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要快乐&lt;br /&gt;哪怕笑的再大声&lt;br /&gt;心不是热的全都是假的&lt;br /&gt;我的决定是对的&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-4233703866893103525?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/4233703866893103525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=4233703866893103525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4233703866893103525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/4233703866893103525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='我要快乐'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623531979848046043.post-1182248765493526555</id><published>2008-07-05T23:09:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:10:09.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gals Stuff'/><title type='text'>Bags! Shopaholic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SG-WfMsGk1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/E_MIE1HMfsg/s1600-h/juicy_couture-318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219555955872011090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="324" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SG-WfMsGk1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/E_MIE1HMfsg/s400/juicy_couture-318.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna get some bags, kinda bored with my bags. Yeah the first thing in my mind is Juicy Couture, but uuhh-hmm. Too expensive. (PS: Dont ever buy Juicy imitation stuff as they look really fake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I extremely love Juicy stuff, they are gorgeous! I just bought some Juicy tees which costs about $60 per piece at the market rate, btw the currency is not in RM. *Guuuulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty me. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556208503876306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SG-Wt50O6tI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CItesaFyS_Q/s400/398406953_b768634095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lesportsac. This is so OMG cute! I love lesportsac. The tokidoki edition ones are really cute, I love the cartoon girl/pirate girl. But I guess it's rather hard to get authentic one in Malaysia, have to buy it from Taiwan pre-order. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure where to get the authentic ones in Malaysia, really keen to loiter around that shop. *evil wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556487428276098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SG-W-I4_f4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/JdROZrewOfc/s400/K326-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG taiwan bag. Quite reasonable for the price, I got one for my mum few months back. It's affordable for a simple bag which my mum uses for certain occasions only. My mum is excessively picky over handbags. So yeah I kinda like this bag, still thinking of it. (YES, PENDING consideration, believe my words okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219559160543573970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SG-ZZvBV99I/AAAAAAAAAok/2tilL-RYotQ/s400/marc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh. Wait. MARC JACOB is not bad also. I love the transparent bags, the candy bags look so cute! I wanna get one of those also! And loads more. Uhhh wait. I forgot. I'm not supposed to buy anything right now. But they look gorgeous, dont they? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeez. I'm such a desperate shopaholic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623531979848046043-1182248765493526555?l=valerie337.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/feeds/1182248765493526555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2623531979848046043&amp;postID=1182248765493526555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1182248765493526555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623531979848046043/posts/default/1182248765493526555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie337.blogspot.com/2008/07/bags-shopaholic.html' title='Bags! Shopaholic.'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104870215498442662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SLoLV9pijGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LKtsZGqb7rs/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeqDecwBikA/SG-WfMsGk1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/E_MIE1HMfsg/s72-c/juicy_couture-318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
