<?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-1857984521007252986</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:55:44.571-08:00</updated><category term='Jessica'/><category term='Dorena'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Felicia'/><category term='Alice'/><category term='Stella AC'/><category term='Ms Desy'/><category term='Jesline'/><category term='Claudia'/><category term='Elvira'/><category term='Stanley M'/><category term='Valerie'/><category term='Stella N'/><category term='Jason Mak'/><category term='Jennifer'/><category term='Nadia'/><category term='Nicholas Tan'/><category term='Yolanda'/><category term='Rency'/><category term='Kevin S'/><title type='text'>...Out Of The Ordinary....</title><subtitle type='html'>My personal space, where I can express what I'm feeling, telling lame jokes without being humiliated by cricket noises, and just pour my heart out (well not really).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-1244470980667681538</id><published>2012-02-04T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T19:40:23.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stress finally sinked in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I hate to be one of those annoying people who complained that they are busy all the time, but I can't help it. As I've mentioned in my previous blog posts, I am the type of person who can't stand boredom, that's why I wish to be busy.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; Well, be careful what you wish for, coz you just might get it. ~Pussycat dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School have already started a week. On the third day of class, we already have our assignments and due dates. All the clubs and societies around Taylor's have lured me into participating in every one of them. Although I know I have to control myself, but I signed up for 5 of them anyway. Some clubs don't need you to be actively involved in their activities, so what's the harm of signing up right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I am writing this blog post today is to check something off of my New Year's Resolution list. I listed down that I will write whenever I have the time. Although I might get lazy, but I feel that it's helpful for me to reflect what I did for the past week. At the same time I get to write down what went wrong, what I shouldn't have done to remind my future self the past occurrence so history wouldn't repeat itself. Also, writing is a skill that needed to be brushed up from day to day, so might as well practice it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life isn't very different from high school life, as I'm taking ADP program, so the subjects I'm taking is still not related to what I want to do in my future career. Except for the fact that nothing will be spoon fed to me anymore. The subjects that were selected for me is all new to me, except for english. And it's not like I haven't had the experience of cramping a 2 year syllabus of math and accounts and digest it all together in a short period of 4 months. The only thing that's different is that I don't have my life long partner in crime, my mother, to guide me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to singapore, everything just hit me. I don't know what's gotten into me, the stress, the cold AC or the sad songs I'm replaying on my phone, tears just kept streaming down from my face. My blurry brother got surprised and shock when he realizes that I am crying. He quickly informed my parents who are sitting in front of us. After much talking to my mom about what I feel, my mom lectured me about how lucky I already am. Which makes sense, compared to her when she had no google and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I want to say is that, I learnt that nothing will ever come easy. And all this happened is because of me. I am the one who wanted to rush. I am the one who wanted to get to my destination faster. So I am the one who needs to work harder to get there. I can't blame anyone or anything, because I have chosen. I just need to be more determined and get stronger in the journey. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-1244470980667681538?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/1244470980667681538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=1244470980667681538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1244470980667681538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1244470980667681538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2012/02/stress-finally-sinked-in.html' title='The stress finally sinked in.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-1513633378231242951</id><published>2012-01-13T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:15:33.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It only took 20 seconds of courage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This past week has been a lot of things. Hectic, exciting, fun, busy, just a lot of mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially I thought it'd be hard to live away from home, but so far I got it under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkkfiiylH20/TxEbjs2ZRiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZyfbXQVXH8c/s1600/Photo+Jan+10%252C+8+53+02+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkkfiiylH20/TxEbjs2ZRiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZyfbXQVXH8c/s400/Photo+Jan+10%252C+8+53+02+AM.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View outside my dorm room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So Taylor's U-Residence organized a hostel orientation for all the new residence. I personally find it so helpful because it distracts me from all the negativity and loneliness that teenagers usually face when they leave home for the first time. I'm really grateful for everything. We got facilitators guiding, advising and helping us. I just felt so at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is really nice. But it still is very hard to meet new people for the first time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sorta late for the orientation and also skipped out on the first few days of it. Usually the first few days, everyone is new so it's easier to get to know one another. But once everyone found their partner in crime, they became harder to accept new people. (yes, that mostly apply to the girls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has only been like a day but the girls are already separated in two groups, it's pretty obvious. So I thought to myself, "Uh oh, it's high school all over again."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unexpectedly I fit in really quickly with some of the girls. I learned not to judge by first impressions because they are totally the opposite of how I expect to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once I felt comfortable with the girls, my next target is getting to know the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys seem pretty friendly but they still sorta kept distance away from the girls. They always travel in a group so I find it pretty hard to approach them. Every time I wanted to do so, I got scared. I mean, after all the experiences of moving school, you'd think it'd be easy for me to meet new people, but apparently not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as always, lucky me, the universe lend me a helping hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On wednesday, we get to go to Sunway Pyramid to get familiar with the transportation around Taylor's. &amp;nbsp;I was randomly assigned as the leader among the girls. As the leader, our only task is to plan at least one activity that involves both the girls and guys. I spoke with the leader from the guys team- Kha Heng to make plans before we leave for Sunway. He is really friendly! Plus, he already added me on facebook the day before so we technically already are friends virtually. (wait does that make sense??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From that point on, I told myself to not think over what to say or how I should introduce myself. I should just go for it. And once we go for bowling, I get to know everyone of them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD71ne8hMhU/TxEczt7WYKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cBPXWCFoBAk/s1600/409537_10150497953287875_677932874_8835826_631469841_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD71ne8hMhU/TxEczt7WYKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cBPXWCFoBAk/s400/409537_10150497953287875_677932874_8835826_631469841_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After bowling! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCKPZoy7P1s/TxEcyfpvOxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cx03WrbIOc8/s1600/389489_10150526108583749_580378748_9009256_1941487232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCKPZoy7P1s/TxEcyfpvOxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cx03WrbIOc8/s400/389489_10150526108583749_580378748_9009256_1941487232_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls and I! (Christina, Chin Hui and yours truly!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCzXnriUgQw/TxEcxDgoOnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/IO9gPeWGCdk/s1600/378795_10150526110258749_580378748_9009278_1645987202_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCzXnriUgQw/TxEcxDgoOnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/IO9gPeWGCdk/s400/378795_10150526110258749_580378748_9009278_1645987202_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strangers turned to One big family after bonding on Kha Heng's 18th bday! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this situation reminded me of a saying from the movie "We Bought A Zoo"-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sometimes all you need is 20 seconds of insane courage and something great will come out from it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking back, I achieve a lot of things in life because of courage. At the same time, I also lost a lot of opportunities because of NOT applying this theory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So really, it only took 20 seconds. 20 seconds. Imagine what could've happen after you just go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-1513633378231242951?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/1513633378231242951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=1513633378231242951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1513633378231242951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1513633378231242951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-only-took-20-seconds-of-courage.html' title='It only took 20 seconds of courage.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkkfiiylH20/TxEbjs2ZRiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZyfbXQVXH8c/s72-c/Photo+Jan+10%252C+8+53+02+AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5252365955215675392</id><published>2012-01-10T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:39:38.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window. Drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open, today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, just as I've expected, everything changes again! See in my family, when we make plans, they are not final until we actually go and did them. But I'm gonna restrain myself from going out of topic again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lemme talk about my tertiary education today. (only for those who are actually interested.. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;When I was still 13, I decided to take performing arts in Sunway Uni.&lt;br /&gt;Then plans changed after I moved back to Msia, so my parents decided on a chinese college -New Era instead.&lt;br /&gt;After much exploration, when we almost register for New Era, I decided to fight to get into an English based College. So we ended up in Taylor's University for enquiries about the ADP program.&lt;br /&gt;But after a call from the States and influences from my bestest friends, I've decided to go for Uni straight away in America instead.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm so close to applying for Foothill, I realized that I am not qualified to enter.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to Taylor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is 100% confirmed because the fees are paid and everything.&lt;br /&gt;SET. IN. STONES.&lt;br /&gt;NO.MORE. CHANGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait....&lt;br /&gt;I'm only talking about this semester, because so far I only signed up for the first sem in ADP. So when nothing is confirmed with ink and paper, I still can't see where I am in the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be officially staying in the hostel for Taylor's student- U Residence tomorrow night, because I wasn't mentally prepared to move in yesterday.... SINCE I JUST APPLIED FOR IT YESTERDAY! @.@ Can u imagine moving in to a new place on the same day you rented it??! Okay maybe hotel is possible but not a mini apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats all the update from my life! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning this new chapter!&lt;br /&gt;New school, new people, new room, new perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5252365955215675392?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5252365955215675392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5252365955215675392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5252365955215675392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5252365955215675392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-chapter-in-my-life.html' title='New Chapter In My Life'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5869333503947563132</id><published>2012-01-02T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:37:23.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 is THE year. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This year is a crucial year for me. Its where my life would take a big turn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in my previous blog post where I stated that I will be going to Taylor's University? And remember how I said nothing is confirmed yet until I actually register for it? Well I was right, because who knew after one little change of plans I would plan my life from another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream of studying abroad in US. Due to some common reasons, I gave up hope and thought it would just remain as a dream.... Until.. I got a magical phone call one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, you never know where life may take you.&lt;br /&gt;Like my dad always say, nothing happens as a coincident because there's always a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess I will be going to the United States for my tertiary education.&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing is set in stones yet so I dare not have high expectations or announce it to the world until everything's confirmed in paper and ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure 2012 will be a better year than 2011! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5869333503947563132?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5869333503947563132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5869333503947563132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5869333503947563132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5869333503947563132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-is-year.html' title='2012 is THE year. :)'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-3066047574769003095</id><published>2011-12-26T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:09:23.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;2011 had been pretty sweet for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my sweet 16 wasn't any grand celebration or anything special but to sum up the whole year I would use the word extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me look back on my New Year's Resolution I made on December of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, New Year's Resolution is usually people only has one resolution and it's all about how you would want to change or improve about your life in a brand new year. But for me I just kinda list down everything that I want to see happening in the following year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get straight A's for O Levels &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; check&lt;br /&gt;2. Cope well in all situations &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; hmm... that's too general but I think so..&lt;br /&gt;3. Grow taller &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;hahaha! I don't think so. :(&lt;br /&gt;4. Write 50 songs &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nope, that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;5. Meet celebrities &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; check (I dream big huh?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Get super healthy &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;hehee! Does a few months count?&lt;br /&gt;7. Earn my own money that are not from parents. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; check&lt;br /&gt;8. Get a hands on experience for TV or acting. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; check &amp;amp; check!&lt;br /&gt;9. Get 6 months holiday. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; check (it's too long thou!!)&lt;br /&gt;10. To complete all my new year's resolution. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;umm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually made a total of twenty-freakin-six new year's resolutions the above are just some of them.&lt;br /&gt;This year had been pretty sweet but I'm ready for a better year. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-3066047574769003095?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/3066047574769003095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=3066047574769003095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3066047574769003095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3066047574769003095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-4283447181222405300</id><published>2011-12-13T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:42:19.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Dream Meets Reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, on the other hand, has 2 things that I lack- Common Sense and Prudence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when these 3 elements come together, it makes a terrible yet much needed combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I have no boundaries. I used to think that I can do everything-&amp;nbsp;Musician, Actress, Fashion Designer, Editor for a magazine, Author. Everything at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is until my mom started injecting all her "What if" questions into my head. Then those beautiful dreams of mine disappeared like a bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched a korean series called "Dream High". Aside from their hilarious plot lines and triangle romance between the main characters, what caught my attention the most is the fact that it pretty much sums up all the feelings a dreamer has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These following quotes are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once you realized your own dreams, you will realized that no dreams are laughable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really, I have a lot more to say, but since I haven't really write in a while, I have no idea how to continue. &amp;nbsp;I cannot slack off on my blog anymoreeeee!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-4283447181222405300?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/4283447181222405300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=4283447181222405300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4283447181222405300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4283447181222405300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-dream-meets-reality.html' title='When Dream Meets Reality.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-6730448554219135712</id><published>2011-11-14T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:22:19.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another thing to check of my long list! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Oopsies, I've been slacking off on my blog again!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say I've been busy, but I'm really not. So, no excuses. hehehe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a few things I wanna say to update the future me earthlings who will be reading.. right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, my recent 988 radio appearance with Kristal! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristal is one of the talented singers that I'm honored to know, along with her friend/partner/guitarist- Ruzbih who I'm thankful to because I always borrow his guitar for performances. he.he.he. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;I think I could have done much better for both singing and speaking wise on the broadcast, but I was still on cloud nine when I'm listening to it. My dad who is in China for his PHD studies, skyped with us on that particular hour just to listen to her precious daughter's first radio interview. *flips hair* hahah! thanks daddy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really funny how that radio interview came along this year, coz last year while I was updating my "Wish list" (yes I have one, is that weird? XD), I wrote down that it'd be amazing if I get a hands on experience to try to be a DJ one day. You know, spreading my loud voice across the country, who wouldn't want that? I mean come on! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my wish came true!! Well technically, but I'm happier that it turned out this way! Coz honestly speaking, being a radio DJ is tough! You gotta be real quick and witty, but at the same time not offending anyone with the jokes. Which I think DJ Nick (the 988 DJ who interviewed us) did an amazing job at. He not only has to interview a bunch of newbies like me, he also gotta sing, perform and loads of other who-knows-what. So cheers to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381034_307444452601234_123410347671313_1341280_245179495_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381034_307444452601234_123410347671313_1341280_245179495_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick, Kristal, Ruzbih and I&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381653_304880302874820_100000585586467_1168779_1177546000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381653_304880302874820_100000585586467_1168779_1177546000_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruzbih, Kristal, me, Jasmine, Chien Chien. :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/374281_10150525322230200_574100199_11518012_1743606383_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/374281_10150525322230200_574100199_11518012_1743606383_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're all pointing to the goofy &amp;amp; hilarious Jasmine posing as who knows what. hahaha! Good times! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Secondly, and this is a sad one.&lt;br /&gt;I had to say goodbye to my friends who I've known and love for the past YEAR. I can't believe time passed by so fast. Due to the crash of schedule between my mom's class and the Halo practice days, I could no longer see these people every single week! T.T Of course, I hope we will still be in touch after going our separate ways. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308591_10150319063862048_690572047_8032668_1533305125_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308591_10150319063862048_690572047_8032668_1533305125_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together we make an odd family! Wahahh! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, something I'm ecstatic about!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 2 kg!!! Woohooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm celebrating by eating!!!!!! =.="""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320790_10150297327978749_580378748_7931276_6275239_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320790_10150297327978749_580378748_7931276_6275239_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you just love how I use this picture to describe my happiness for everything? :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I recently did a performance over at 17 Saloon.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you may think or mistaken it as a real hair salon, but no its not. :D It's a bistro, something similar to Overtime. :D&lt;br /&gt;Although I did some mistakes here and there, but overall I'm happy that I tried my best! Especially for the communicating with the audience sort of skills I've practiced for 5 straight days! :D Still long way to improve there, but I'm half way there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/ib-zV1-gV_w/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ib-zV1-gV_w?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ib-zV1-gV_w?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A show of few clips from that night. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much it. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have events and days I can look forward to in the future!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, there are no small dreams, just small dreamers. :)&lt;br /&gt;See what I did there? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-6730448554219135712?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/6730448554219135712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=6730448554219135712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6730448554219135712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6730448554219135712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-thing-to-check-of-my-long-list.html' title='Another thing to check of my long list! :D'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7673671052033252548</id><published>2011-10-30T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T01:29:08.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanowrimo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If you are a big blog reader like I am, you will notice that there are a lot of blog post recently with the same title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short intro to Nanowrimo just in case you've been hiding under a rock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanowrimo is short for National Novel Writing Month. It is an activity created by a non-organization that encourages people to write. So basically its a thing that gathers anyone from aspiring authors to students to whoever who wanna write a novel. But the thing is we have to complete a novel with 50,000 words by the end of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 days, 50,000 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSANE! IMPOSSIBLE! OUTRAGES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes, it's all of the above but apparently hundreds and hundreds of people who participate have won before. So I'm guessing it's not that difficult. Oh wait, how silly of me, I forgot.... WE HAVE LIVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're currently unemployed or not in school (ha! like me), you can't abandon everything else just to curl up in your bed staring at the laptop for a whole month! That's where the challenge comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about Nanowrimo about few years ago, when I'm subscribed to a YouTuber (italktosnakes) &amp;nbsp;who is obsessed with it! I think she has won 7 years straight- you have to write 50,000 words by the end of November 30th, then only you get to win. I thought she was crazy when I first heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because first of all, you don't get any prize if you win. All you get is the satisfaction of completing a novel! HA, who wants that??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, why give yourself this pressure for absolutely nothing??! &amp;nbsp;She is nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, a childish thinking of my 14-year-old self. Pfft, look at me now, I am now heading off to crazy town riding the coocoo train with that same YouTuber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've calculated- hmm.. 1,667 words per day. Thats not so bad... IF YOU HAVE THINGS TO WRITE ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no clue, till this morning. I've always written short stories, all halfway through because I don't have to persistence to finish them. So I've decided to continue from those old stories. I wrote for about an hour and finished 2,000+ words, deducting the previous 900+ words I've already written, I wrote about 1,000 plus words in an hour, that's great! So I just have to set aside a few hours to write each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already writing now. hehehe, I'm cheating. But these are the words I write to make up for the days I'm out all day with no devices, time or paper to write with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible I tell ya! Even if I don't win this year, I'm gonna write my first novel out! You'll see, you'll all see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I still have no clue what my plot is, i'm just going with the flow. I've heard people say if you have no outline, no plot or no ending in mind you're story might drift far out of the reach and end up as a chaos. But to hell with them, I'm gonna write my own way! :D (though I think they are probably right.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7673671052033252548?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7673671052033252548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7673671052033252548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7673671052033252548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7673671052033252548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/10/nanowrimo.html' title='Nanowrimo.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-6946887958211842226</id><published>2011-10-29T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T06:10:49.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story behind my song: Passer Going By</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ahh, it just make me feel so dang good every time I heard people singing my song!&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling you get when you won a LOTTERY??! Well, it's not that feeling, not even close, but still feels nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has been humming a song I wrote recently over and over again ever since I sang it in the Malaysia Music Festival live audition. Its just one of those rare moments that my brother actually approve a song I wrote. Usually he cover his ears with his palms and go "LALALA" whenever I sing my own songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clip of me singing it in the audition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/9S3Q88UDEuM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9S3Q88UDEuM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9S3Q88UDEuM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(this is not the full song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people have been mistaken "Passer" for "Pastor". I even heard it as "Bastard" when I listen to myself singing. Just to clear that up, it's "Passer going by" not "Pastor going by" or even worse "Bastard going by". (phew, I can't even imagine how that song might go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Passer Going by?? Going by where? Pasar Malam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, luckily for you, here's the clarification of what I'm writing about! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many cliche advice given as songwriters give out, I applied it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote based on my own experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally got inspired when I was out having lunch with my two friends. They're both engaged in their personal conversation. Yea, like my best friend would say "WHAT? Eunice Hoo actually don't have anything to talk about??!" As a matter of fact, I was just sitting there sipping my honey lemon in silent. Why? Because they are talking about politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am very very lame. When the conversational topic of politic comes up, I have zilch to spill. So instead of sounding like an idiot I kept my peace instead. Thats how this line came in place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"I rather keep my mouth shut than being a laughing stock, like I am in my head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as they're chattering away in amusement and laughter, I just listen without having a clue of what they're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Sitting here in silent, while they're chattering away, I'm slowly wandering through space."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes I started to drift off and sensing deja vu. You'd probably already know if you know me well that I have a terrible time in my primary school. I have no social life, zero friends. Oh quit complaining, that's a long time ago. Yes, its a long time ago but that clip of me eating alone (for half a year) without friends kept replaying in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"I appear to be immune to popularity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly moving, changing school, saying goodbye. Which I'm kinda grateful for coz I my life gets extra-ordinary that way, but once in a while it'd be nice to stay and make long-term friends. So in my situation, I'm always in and out of people's life. Forgotten easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Why am I the passer going by all the time,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why can't I just stay where I belong saying goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm tryin to fit in everywhere I can find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looking for a home to stay the night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling you get when you see pictures on facebook, with all your friends having fun, having a great time, but something's missing. Oh right, missing you in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Everyone was all smiles,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;on the tiny frame of joy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;and I would click the button like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;While I wonder when it'll be my turn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;to be a part in making a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;picture perfect memory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this is pretty much a very gloomy song. It's funny how I write a 4 minute song just cause I feel left out when my friends talk about politics. Hahahah... Not funny? WELL I THINK ITS FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-6946887958211842226?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/6946887958211842226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=6946887958211842226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6946887958211842226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6946887958211842226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-behind-my-song-passer-going-by.html' title='Story behind my song: Passer Going By'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-1734725565511221542</id><published>2011-10-27T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:27:18.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizing my dreams all at once.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So most people come up to me saying, "Hey I bet you've been wanting to become a singer your whole life huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I'm always been asked this question. It's funny, because people immediately assume that I want to be a singer after they hear me sing or see me performing. Well, the truth is, I've always wanted to be an actress. Huh, bet you don't see that coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it. I shake furiously when I'm nervous, I can't cry under demand, heck I can't even stop myself from stuttering when I have to speak in public. Yet, here I am declaring that I want to be an ACTRESS.&amp;nbsp;It took me long to kind of admit that to people. I can recall when I first told my parents they seem confused like "where did you get THAT idea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So are you saying you don't want to be a singer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_meIxcgpNgf4/TP1_LjSKmCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aWElSO7RITs/s1600/charice-pyramid-music-video.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_meIxcgpNgf4/TP1_LjSKmCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aWElSO7RITs/s400/charice-pyramid-music-video.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This tiny girl that shocks the world with her enormous voice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no. I mean I love singing and all but I don't think I'm good enough to be one. For one, my vocal range is as short as a... (umm I don't know what is short enough to describe that.) Secondly, I can't adapt well to sing different genres, because I was told that I have a "special tone" in my voice that makes everything I sing sound like Country music. (yee-ha!) Though I'm not willing to give up just yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, I always have this re-occuring dream (as in the real dream that you get when you're sleeping) that I'm singing in front of a huge crowd singing my song. Ahhh, that'd be a dream come true. :D So yea, if by singer you meant singer-songwriter like Taylor Swift instead of Beyonce, yup I stress enough about how much I want to do that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waleg.com/celebrities/images/taylor-swift-guitar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://www.waleg.com/celebrities/images/taylor-swift-guitar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My inspiration-The girl who tells her story thru her guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mT1lxIdqANA/Tqo1l88qDpI/AAAAAAAAALs/DEeeEitb5DI/s1600/IMG_9338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mT1lxIdqANA/Tqo1l88qDpI/AAAAAAAAALs/DEeeEitb5DI/s320/IMG_9338.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmm, maybe one day I'll tell mine alongside her!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"But what's with the being an author crap?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love to write. Since I'm not good in speaking, I've always depended on my songs to tell my side of stories. (It's one of those things I feel grateful for.) I find writing enjoyable. I love how words and descriptions of things can express my emotions. And after writing my blog I'm loving how I can simply recall a few memories just by reading my old posts. Though, as you can see, my grammar is horrible and my use of good vocabularies can be improved. Needless to say, I still have a lot to catch up on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.successmagazine.com/ext/resources/expert_images/Jack-Canfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.successmagazine.com/ext/resources/expert_images/Jack-Canfield.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mastermind behind my Chicken Soup For the Soul collections&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what do you read online?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can spend hours and hours searching for good articles and scroll through fashion blogs. Of course as my nosy self I will read through magazine websites reading celebrity gossips all day, while at the same time I can steal some fashion tips from their daily outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bartcop.com/lauren-conrad-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.bartcop.com/lauren-conrad-01.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The blogger who does it all from TV to books to Fashion.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this about fashion, don't tell me you wanna be a fashion designer too??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I have the art skill of my 2 year old self. My drawing of flowers are always mistake for windmill, so no, I am far from being qualified to even DREAM of being one. Although, it can't hurt helping people dress up. I admire costume designers such as&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jessica Replansky (from Shake it Up) and Mandy Line (from Pretty Little Liars). They did their job splendidly! I can't help but feel jealous of what the actors get to wear because their outfits are all laid out perfectly by those two amazing costume designers! I personally is a big fan of fashion and shopping, but I don't have the confidence to wear a certain pieces, so it would be awesome to dress people up with certain clothes that I love but know that it's not my style. So I'd love to experience that sort of job when I have the chance to. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/64993670/Cast+of+Shake+It+Up+Break+It+Down+Shake+It+Up+Cast.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/64993670/Cast+of+Shake+It+Up+Break+It+Down+Shake+It+Up+Cast.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegefashion.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/pretty-little-liars-girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.collegefashion.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/pretty-little-liars-girls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"WHAT DO YOU WANT WOMAN??!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;The truth is, I want a lot of things. I can't get my head straight and just focus on one thing because I love all of them! So if I have to choose just ONE job, I will choose one that I get to do be involve in all of the above. As long as I'm happy and I'm doing what I love, I'm all set to leave the world happily! Wooo..... *floating*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Lastly I would like to end this post with a wise saying by a man who inspired me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funkyspacemonkey.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/steve_jobs_bio_iBook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.funkyspacemonkey.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/steve_jobs_bio_iBook.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;-Steve Jobs, from Apple's "Think Different" commercial, 1997.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm one of those crazy people. And if I end up not changing the world, so what?! Remember, it doesn't hurt to dream. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-1734725565511221542?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/1734725565511221542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=1734725565511221542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1734725565511221542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1734725565511221542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/10/realizing-my-dreams-one-at-time.html' title='Realizing my dreams all at once.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_meIxcgpNgf4/TP1_LjSKmCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aWElSO7RITs/s72-c/charice-pyramid-music-video.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7925368448899552873</id><published>2011-10-25T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:58:41.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates from Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A few things have been going on for me lately, (yes I finally get my butt off to accomplish something outside of the world wide web) and I thought it'd be fun to share my unnecessary details to the people who actually care enough for me to read my blog. (thank you, thank you. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got myself a leather jacket! (woohooo! I know this is fairly unimportant but I'd like to express my joy for finally getting what I long for a very long time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfyP_DhnAG0/SSoxLnq6LkI/AAAAAAAAEAM/_F504H7IiG4/s400/Graydn+black+leather+jacket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfyP_DhnAG0/SSoxLnq6LkI/AAAAAAAAEAM/_F504H7IiG4/s200/Graydn+black+leather+jacket.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leather Jacket&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXHDyekt9I/S93cOcQW8_I/AAAAAAAAABM/N5j1icQj5Jw/s1600/equals+sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXHDyekt9I/S93cOcQW8_I/AAAAAAAAABM/N5j1icQj5Jw/s200/equals+sign.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;equals&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-photos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320790_10150297327978749_580378748_7931276_6275239_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://fbcdn-photos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/320790_10150297327978749_580378748_7931276_6275239_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy me! &lt;br /&gt;(credits to my friend- Stella AC for being an awesome friend &amp;amp; photographer.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I find myself enjoying the leisure of long distance bus rides. For some good reasons, I had to travel back &amp;amp; forth to Singapore twice this month. So I had a total of 20 hours inside the bus. I don't know why but multi-tasking is one of the weird hobbies I possess. The idea of doing 2-3 things at the same time really help me ease the guilt my habit of wasting time. So that explains why I enjoy doing things in a moving vehicle. Plus, since there is no internet connection available on the bus, I had the time to read a novel, catch up on my sleep and it get me started in writing stories. (Imagination helps to calm down my urge to jump up &amp;amp; down shouting "I'm bored!!!!" every 5 seconds.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I made it to the top 9 in Malaysia Music Festival!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about dream come true!!! (but I'll save this for the next blog.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Unfortunately for me, I can no longer avoid doing something I've been ducking from-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEARNING TO WALK IN HEELS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to some occasions, I'm asked to wear heels. I know I am very late in learning this, but like the saying "It's never too late", I still have time. phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Have I mentioned how much I adore Singapore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this is the first time! Having the pleasure of visiting the country for 3 times this year, made me slaughter the thought of Singapore being a boring country. I feel safe in there. I don't have to worry about getting kidnapped/ raped while taking the MRT ALONE. I don't have to hold on tight to my bag while walking down the streets. I don't have to take a second look on the taxi driver being suspicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, the clothes! Oh gosh! It's cheaper, more varieties and better quality! I can actually find some cheaper jewelry in their mall than the ones sold in pasar malam here! So Malaysia, please step it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I'm not the only one with an opinion. Every country has its flaws and I'm not hating on my hometown, I'm just sayin'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxyx8xNYrE8/TqehQsAGI0I/AAAAAAAAALk/JQC4F9vQiRY/s1600/DSC_2697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxyx8xNYrE8/TqehQsAGI0I/AAAAAAAAALk/JQC4F9vQiRY/s320/DSC_2697.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I personally don't have a pretty picture, so I'm just gonna use my bro bro's. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's about it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blab more later. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7925368448899552873?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7925368448899552873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7925368448899552873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7925368448899552873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7925368448899552873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/10/updates-from-life.html' title='Updates from Life.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfyP_DhnAG0/SSoxLnq6LkI/AAAAAAAAEAM/_F504H7IiG4/s72-c/Graydn+black+leather+jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-14667619935991322</id><published>2011-10-20T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:37:33.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for busy days ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm one of those freaky and ungrateful people who wish for holidays during busy days, and wish for busy days during holidays. But I'm guessing I'm not the only one huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I've said about staying at home to update &amp;amp; expand my knowledge but I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love staying at home with a good wifi connection and some good reads, but it's been way to long and I'm bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFxaxmyHicY/S6xzJvIRQ9I/AAAAAAAAASo/IETBkuSHZ60/s1600/cartoon-pulling-my-hair-out1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFxaxmyHicY/S6xzJvIRQ9I/AAAAAAAAASo/IETBkuSHZ60/s320/cartoon-pulling-my-hair-out1.gif" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean sure, going out means having to worry about what to wear, transportation and blah blah, but I feel like the more I stay home the less productive I get. Maybe it's the other way around for most people but for me I need to get out and DO SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my prayers have been answered, I scored two auditions recently which finally meant I'M GETTING OUT OF THE FREAKIN HOUSE BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. Due to my diet plans, my mom has successfully enforced the rule of going to the gym/swim for at least 3 days per week. So I guess that counts as going out but still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie, there are moments when i just wish time freezes when i'm sitting by the pool reading a good book till the sun gets way up with the temperature getting lower, I jump into the pool. Ahh, that sensation is purely serene. This is the life right? Right. Though I still feel something missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....what is it? Oh yeah, Stress, pressure and deadlines! Who wants that??&lt;br /&gt;*slowly raising my hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, they are a pain in the ass but they are what made actual results come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without stress, I would've never been able to get straight A's. (hahah in case u haven't notice I'm not done bragging. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without pressure, my songs would probably be as crappy as the first one I wrote when i was 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without deadlines, I would've never rush to finish my studies in just 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm trying to say is that although I despise them, I need them to make things happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm praying for is to get my butt of my seat to accomplish something big, and divert my eyes from the laptop screen to something bigger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-14667619935991322?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/14667619935991322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=14667619935991322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/14667619935991322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/14667619935991322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/10/praying-for-busy-days-ahead.html' title='Praying for busy days ahead.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFxaxmyHicY/S6xzJvIRQ9I/AAAAAAAAASo/IETBkuSHZ60/s72-c/cartoon-pulling-my-hair-out1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5445779617115591795</id><published>2011-10-20T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:20:01.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Novel Ever To Finish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Maybe not everyone was born with a passion for reading, and I'm one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never like reading. Well for school maybe its a must, but I've always thought it was a drag, so people who listed reading as one of their hobbies are either lying or trying to tease the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, one sunny afternoon with birds still chirping. I was at the mall. A shiny title caught my eye- "How to Be Popular". I know hard it is to try to picture how unpopular I was (hahahah!), but I'm the girl that was literally invisible. I ate alone, sit at a corner of the class, and when it comes to pairing, I'm always the one to get paired with someone only when there isn't enough students. So the idea of turning that around is so pleasant that I was desperate enough to actually read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to say, I really thought it is a guide to teach me how to be popular. Turns out, its a freakin novel. So I put it aside thinking "What a waste of money!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough I pick up the book out of the blue because I think I might actually LEARN from the characters. So as I was searching for tips I can pick up, I started getting dragged inside the little world Meg Cabot had created. And 2 days later, I'm officially one of those people who've actually read a novel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to Meg Cabot and my desperation for popularity! I would've never pick up reading if I've never came across that shiny printed title when I was shopping for stationery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why this post is to express my gratitude towards Meg Cabot for making it seem like your book is actually a guide to popularity. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.macmillan.com.hk/pma/english/HowtobePopular.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.macmillan.com.hk/pma/english/HowtobePopular.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5445779617115591795?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5445779617115591795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5445779617115591795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5445779617115591795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5445779617115591795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-novel-ever-to-finish.html' title='My First Novel Ever To Finish.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-8512895209657552133</id><published>2011-10-16T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T03:23:40.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to Nerdville: Big Bad Wolf sales!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;When you think you know enough, there is always something more that you have yet to discover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been reading a lot lately online, like blogs and magazine articles.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely obsessed with the Chicken soup for the soul series. (Somehow reading about stories from people around the world just really grabs my attention!) I really wish I can collect all of them but unfortunately they are not exactly categorized as the cheapest books so I'll be a good girl and wait till they are on sale. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my brother, I am really 花心, I can't sit on the couch for a whole day just reading one book. I always flip through a book and then just move on to the next till I got bored then only go back to the first one. My brother on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He can't even think about other storybooks when he is reading one series, so he have to wait until the next book releases then only move on to other series. So when he is sitting around waiting for the release date, he rereads the previous books. I just can't understand that, because I just don't see the point in reading a book again when I already know the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always like this though, I used to just focus on a book until I finish them, and I usually finish them real fast! So the reason behind my recent habit: I haven't lay my hands on a really good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after I came back from Singapore, we got up really early to go to the biggest book sale in Malaysia- Big Bad Wolf sale. I wanted to go there since the first day it started, but due to the Singapore trip, we delayed it. It was the 4th day of the sale (if I'm not mistaken). So a lot of the books are all piled up uncategorized since a lot of the customers have go over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going in I had a list of the books I really want to get, but after searching for a little while I gave up and just pick the books randomly. My aim is to get any book that I will go completely coocoo over it. So I ransack through all the random books piled up in a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I found 3 of the books in my list and the rest are all the novels that I've heard good reviews of or the plot grabs my attention. It was a really good sale. The most expensive book you can find there is only Rm20! The rest are mostly Rm8. I even got one that's Rm5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little disappointed that I only get to go for one day, but I got books that I can read till next year! So no worries there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till the next big bad wolf sale comes!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/10/11/0ffcb233b69b415184e873b386555be4_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/10/11/0ffcb233b69b415184e873b386555be4_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-8512895209657552133?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/8512895209657552133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=8512895209657552133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8512895209657552133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8512895209657552133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/10/journey-to-nerdville-big-bad-wolf-sales.html' title='Journey to Nerdville: Big Bad Wolf sales!!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-2370804901422380039</id><published>2011-10-01T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T09:49:15.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is Constant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Change has always been a big part of my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. It's never easy but if you've done it so many times, you'll find yourself adapting to the idea.&amp;nbsp;Saying goodbye is the hardest, but if you stay at the same spot just because you can't let you, you are never going to move on. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So the other day&lt;/b&gt;, our whole family went for a University hunt. Yeah, that includes my brother. (Hey planning ahead is the way we roll. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started college hunting since I was about what, 13? Yes we are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started from &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;then went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ICOM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;then again go back to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my parents finally decide to let me enroll in a school environment (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Era University&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) where I get to improve my Chinese. My original first language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we step inside and ask for registration fees and enquired. I don't know why, I already agreed to this but there's still an uneasy feeling struggling to unleash. Finally when they told me I was too young to enter. A sigh of relieve came out. That's when I realize, I never wanted this. Maybe it was a choice for me, but deep down I wasn't really ready to give up on English yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was so ready to walk outta there and sing to the sky. Then that thought shattered once the following words were delivered: "But we can still consider it! It will be a special case but it's not impossible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to turn the smile upside down. My face turned as black as... (like how my mom put it 比包青天的脸还黑. I was mad. Okay fine, I was being utterly unreasonable! I mean I already agreed to this in the first place, but I couldn't help it. I was just mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to our next location, &lt;b&gt;Taylor's University&lt;/b&gt;. Oh no, it wasn't in my "Universities to consider" list. Mainly because there wasn't a course that I'm interested in. So what are we doing there, you may ask? yeap, I'm there for my brother. (wayyyy ahead of the game mom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's the beautiful lake, the whole row of restaurants or the room with the pool table that turn my frown upside down. But at that moment I wanted to go there so much I don't care which course I'm registering for. Suddenly my imaginary "Universities to consider" list shredded into a million pieces. Taylor's was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we originally planned to get more information about the school for my brother, the spotlight turned to me. And surprise surprise! There is in fact a way for me to get the course I wanted!!! My heart fluttered wildly! I was so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, Taylor's is the Uni choice for me. Notice how I wrote "For Now" in front? Because until the payment is made and I'm officially registered, I can't say for sure that the decision will stay. Because change is constant after all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-2370804901422380039?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/2370804901422380039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=2370804901422380039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2370804901422380039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2370804901422380039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/10/change-is-constant.html' title='Change is Constant.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7654245876422990459</id><published>2011-09-23T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T06:25:31.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence &amp; Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Those are the two things most of the teenagers my age strive and long for. While for me, it's not so much the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You see, my family USED TO be the not-so-protective but yet still not-so-wild gang. Perfectly normal. I was allowed to go to the supermarket and buy bread ALONE without adult supervision. Even my brother had the same privileges, and he was 7. (that's saying a lot.) Of course, we also USED TO live in an apartment above the mall. But! I was allowed to use the public transport, carpool with my friends to my endless parade of weekend gatherings and the occasional slumber party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now, our lives have taken a turn for the worse. We've moved back to the geographically wise- safe place but really one of the most dangerous place on earth!So how can my parents bare to see their children whom my mother bear for nine months in her wombs to get hurt?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I wasn't allowed to go hang out in dangerous malls (such as malls that acid splashers hang around), wasn't allowed to go by public transport (where most people get robbed) and certainly not allowed to WALK alone to places (where most females get raped and people get killed for money they already paid). I wasn't even allow to walk to my music school where its only a 5 minute walking distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Well can I blame them? For what? Trying to protect me? If they have all the money in the world to save me back, will I erase all the painful scar and pain I suffered for maybe the least an hour? Will I ever see the world with lights again?? Or will I be trapped in this trauma of getting raped or kidnapped forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So yea I can blame them for not having little faith in me that I can walk all alone. But frankly, I'm afraid myself. I can walk but I can't help but be suspicious of every human being that walk pass me. The other day I read an article in Marie Claire Magazine that girls and women have the fear of carrying handbags. No, not expensive handbags. But handbags in general! I don't know what's up with the robbers but they will take anything! School bag, hang bags, and even plastic bags! Apparently rape anyone too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Okay let me not go this far. So don't carry handbags in public. Problem solved! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Umm that's a big fat NO! The other day my friend put his iPhone on the pocket and still got stolen by 4 large man. They have planned it all along. Hey, robbers are clever too you know. In fact, I really don't understand why they don't choose to be a detective/spy/police/scientist when they have the brains to help the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So, I really can't blame my parents. They are restricting my freedom for a good reason. And I know a lot of my friends laugh at me (or behind my back) for not being independent, you know what, I'm over it. They can think what they want, I can't control their thoughts anyway. But I know my parents are doing the right thing. Although they could be TOO protective at times, but I know my freedom will come in the right time and right place. :D *fingers crossed that could be next year after I have my driving license.* :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7654245876422990459?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7654245876422990459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7654245876422990459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7654245876422990459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7654245876422990459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/09/independence-freedom.html' title='Independence &amp; Freedom'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-8754168736356148072</id><published>2011-09-12T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T01:23:59.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've discovered in Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Why is it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"ASAP"&lt;/span&gt; and not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"AFAP"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, why is it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"As Soon As Possible&lt;/span&gt;" instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"As Fast As Possible"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that is due to convenience. You may as why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lemme explain to you mate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If u already promised to do something &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"AFAP"&lt;/span&gt; and all of a sudden something urgent came up, you can't help but to break your promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you promised to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"ASAP"&lt;/span&gt;, you can change &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"As Soon As Possible"&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"As Slow As Possible"&lt;/span&gt; in case of emergency. So this prevents you from being a liar! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Convenient huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. In life (mine anyway),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We really only need 2 friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;that lends you their ear to you to talk about your problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and another &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; that you look up to for advise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; for me, I already found both. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. The definition of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;b&gt;unknown&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But yet, it is also&lt;b&gt; uncountable&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can view life as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is a mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is absurd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is a struggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is joyful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the real definition is actually up to you to decide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've came across this really cute book found in the recent book fair I went to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as I saw it, I loved it right away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm101337410/meaning-life-according-great-good-jerry-kernes-hardcover-cover-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm101337410/meaning-life-according-great-good-jerry-kernes-hardcover-cover-art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite quote so far is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"All animals, except ma, know the principle business of life is to enjoy it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;~Samuel Butler (1835-1902)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I find it really stupid yet amusingly true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-8754168736356148072?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/8754168736356148072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=8754168736356148072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8754168736356148072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8754168736356148072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-ive-discovered-in-life.html' title='Things I&apos;ve discovered in Life.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-4994272003624390617</id><published>2011-09-12T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T01:08:26.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookssss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/12/139.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/12/s_139.jpg" style="cursor: move; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So lately, books are really "in" inside my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Those are the books I'm CURRENTLY reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Don't be surprise. I am those people that can't be tied up on just a book. Once I got bored I moved on to another book and when I'm in the mood for the previous book I go for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know I know, I am very &amp;nbsp;花心.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But I can't help it, that's just how I am with everything too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Luckily excluding people! :D *phew* (Or I'll be bored of my family by now. XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So now I'm really drawn to a book I have yet to own:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qGSiMLu6NXM/Sxl7FprFISI/AAAAAAAAB2s/h2IdSJvXBvk/s400/The+Story+Behind+The+Song+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qGSiMLu6NXM/Sxl7FprFISI/AAAAAAAAB2s/h2IdSJvXBvk/s400/The+Story+Behind+The+Song+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a huge fan of the Chicken soup for the Soul series. I just find it cool that I can read personal stories from people around the world. This particular one appear to me as a huge attraction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It includes stories of why a song is written. And as an aspiring songwriter myself, I can't help but to be curious about the stories!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So yea, there is no point to this blog post. Just updating my blog to the teeniest tiniest detail of my venture of nerdville. So far so good. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-4994272003624390617?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/4994272003624390617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=4994272003624390617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4994272003624390617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4994272003624390617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/09/bookssss.html' title='Bookssss!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qGSiMLu6NXM/Sxl7FprFISI/AAAAAAAAB2s/h2IdSJvXBvk/s72-c/The+Story+Behind+The+Song+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7651990038617571178</id><published>2011-09-11T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T01:05:40.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I qualified to write?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;After being the biggest nerd for almost 2 weeks now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I've been considering to narrow my future career path just a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;The thought of being an author never occur to me, but now something is slowly 引诱着我.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I am slowly adapting into character traits my best friend- Rency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;She is a big fan of staying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;And as the good friend I am, I always drag her out of her comfort zone to accompany me! HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;In my golden days, no matter how hard I search through all the clues, I don't see any bright side of staying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Now, I see what Rency, my bro and mom has been talking about all along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;So let me get back to the author thing again before I get out of topic again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I don't HATE writing, in fact I sort of admire the art of writing and expressing thoughts into words form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Plus, it's not like I don't have any single creative brain cell in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I can stay at home 24/7 if you give me food, electricity, my laptop, high internet connection and of course, my comfy bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;So I'm really starting to see a little light that's gravitating me to see myself as an author.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I'm not saying my 明星梦 and my interest in the acting world has faded. (in fact, its increasing by the day.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;In addition, I have so much room to improve on my writing skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;But putting aside all reality checks, I don't see any harm in dreaming. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7651990038617571178?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7651990038617571178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7651990038617571178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7651990038617571178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7651990038617571178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/09/am-i-qualified-to-write.html' title='Am I qualified to write?'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-8116434650415276683</id><published>2011-09-08T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T02:02:28.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want to know is that I am worth your time. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Aging is not a matter of time, its a matter of mind set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can be 82 but have the heart and soul of 28. I have no idea how that feels, but I am just saying it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you want when you're old? I dunno, coz I'm still not considered yet.&lt;br /&gt;But why do people get married and have kids? So that they don't get lonely when they're old.&lt;br /&gt;Is it? Is it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz when you think about it carefully, once you get older, your kids get older as well. They might have their own family, which meant less time for you.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm rambling. But my point is, everyone needs companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother (from dad's side) just recently went to have a surgery.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times she repeats “Men lai la, bo eng men lai!" (hokkien for "no need to come, you're busy no need to come.") in her heart she really meant "Don't need to come if you can't, but I'm scared, please accompany me" (the way I see it anyways.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my grandmother is a woman. And women never meant what they say. (girls and women are not the same, don't wrongly interpret it.)&lt;br /&gt;When they say, "No I'm not hungry, I already ate yesterday.", they really meant "I'm starving but I'm too shy to let you know that I eat." =.=&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is exaggerating but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've heard, this isn't the first time my grandmother going through operations.&lt;br /&gt;She knows how painful it is.&lt;br /&gt;If it were me, I would be terrified, so I know she would be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents drove all the way to Penang to accompany her through this hard time. My mom also told me a lot of other relatives also took time to visit her. To a mother and a grandmother, that's all that she needs- to see everyone cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through it, it might be very painful. But seeing the whole family gathering together once again, just makes it all worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. The operation was successful.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Ama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-8116434650415276683?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/8116434650415276683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=8116434650415276683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8116434650415276683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8116434650415276683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-i-want-to-know-is-that-i-am-worth.html' title='All I want to know is that I am worth your time. :)'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-1201804766680717322</id><published>2011-09-08T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T01:38:11.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming the green-eyed monster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;One of the biggest perks of being back from Penang are the food my grandmother packed for us.&lt;br /&gt;Not only is she thoughtful, she has a huge creative bone too!&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, my brother is allergic to eggs.&lt;br /&gt;(ironically its my favorite food =.=)&lt;br /&gt;So the green eye monster within him always come out and haunt him whenever he see us enjoying eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought of a better idea to overcome this jealousy other than the famous cook in the family- My Grandmama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/08/174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/08/s_174.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they just look tauntingly beautiful? No? Well that's because of my crappy photography skills, but if you see them in person, they are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually took a long time to wash up the egg shells and carefully breaking a small hole. The shells are filled with delicious jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/08/175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/08/s_175.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/08/176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/08/s_176.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother couldn't wait to peel it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/08/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/08/s_177.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see, my brother is technically eating an egg.&lt;br /&gt;A smile still hasn't fade from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my grandmother's thoughtful gift.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ama! Love u. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-1201804766680717322?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/1201804766680717322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=1201804766680717322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1201804766680717322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1201804766680717322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/09/overcoming-green-eyed-monster.html' title='Overcoming the green-eyed monster.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-3226025136392959754</id><published>2011-09-08T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T01:16:43.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a year to be a nerd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Its September already?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I guess that leaves me exactly 6 months for me to slack off doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my music classes, I am a full time 宅女.&lt;br /&gt;This totally go against the original plan of hanging out with friends. (Oops, guilty as charged.)&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have that many friends. (hehe! I guess you can probably tell.)&lt;br /&gt;And even if I do, they are not as free as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is where internet comes to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Website" is totally suitable name for well, websites.&lt;br /&gt;Coz the fact is that they suck people into this black hole that's leading people everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;As the curious cat I am, I can wander around the internet for the whole day without no single purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I signed up for a bunch of stuff, like&lt;br /&gt;FAWN (an activity online for aspiring songwriters to write a certain amount of songs in a given time period.)&lt;br /&gt;and NaNowrimo (National Novel Writing Month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just things that can tie my time up, because I have the attention span of a goldfish. (ever wonder why is it goldfish??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I went to the book fair with my fam. This is unusual, coz in my family I'm not biggest nerds ever, but I bought the most books! (well not so unusual now that I think about it coz i'm the biggest spender. hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that unless I'm invited out to hang out, I would just stay home and do some reading and writing of my own. It might be hard but I really wanna transform myself into a smart person in this half month. Hey, anything is possible. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-3226025136392959754?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/3226025136392959754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=3226025136392959754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3226025136392959754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3226025136392959754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/09/half-year-to-be-nerd.html' title='Half a year to be a nerd.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5406499036825595331</id><published>2011-09-01T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:16:29.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My primary days</title><content type='html'>I was on twitter, chatting with an old friend of mine. We've been friends ever since I was primary 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking over the primary days, no matter how hard I tried, there are no happy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hiding behind my hoodie jacket all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being insulted in the face because they thought I was a stranger to the language, when really I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a chance to be apart of a clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting confused of why I was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the tables separated by a trusted friend when I have done nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly hands due to allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miserable.&lt;br /&gt;But if I could turn back time, I'm willing to go through the same things.&lt;br /&gt;Because from those horrible experiences, I've come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;I've become a stronger person from that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5406499036825595331?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5406499036825595331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5406499036825595331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5406499036825595331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5406499036825595331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-primary-days.html' title='My primary days'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5449856900512477120</id><published>2011-08-11T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T07:18:47.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The long awaited results finally came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I was hesitating to get it from the centre because I'm afraid that if I didn't go good, my mood will be ruined in my upcoming indo trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My mother on the other hand, was uber excited to get it. She think that if it was the opposite, my trip would be a celebration of my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;所谓 “不听老人言，吃亏在眼前” was a very true theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;well except in my case it was "不听妈咪言，who knows what will happen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So after swimming, we went home to take my registration paper thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I made a deal with my dad that if I get straight A's, we go watch the hangover 2 straight after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Seconds later, I regret that deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Coz the nerves kicked it and i began to feel sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I mean, COME ON, I really wanna watch the movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So i cannot lose the deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I can't believe my eyesss!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Not only did I pass my accounting which I've studied for about what 5 or 6 months?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But I actually scored the highest for that out of all the other subs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So of course, mummy acted all cool and said "I told you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Well I guess I gotta give her the credit, she keeps saying&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Don't worry, we are surely going to celebrate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I screamed and dance a mini celebratory dance, and stopped for a moment when i realize the security is looking and me and going all "Apa? @.@"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its only 5 subjects and I am nothing compared to the geniuses that Malaysia own, but with the time given, I was happy even if I get credits! :D (well not really. I'd be devastated. So phew. xP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we went to Pav and celebrated with the movie I've been longing to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And a meal that replaced all the calories we've burned after going to gym and swimming for an entire week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Well it was worth it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I really couldn't &amp;nbsp;have done it without the support of my parents!!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All the times my mom nagging me to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All the energy my mom used to literally dragged me out of bed just to revise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All the time my dad spent in starbucks refreshing facebook while waiting for me to take my exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You guys believed in me more than I believe in myself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb0mMbXxdBE/TkPdi2B13lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9pqB9tDlOLc/s1600/DSC00372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb0mMbXxdBE/TkPdi2B13lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9pqB9tDlOLc/s320/DSC00372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the crazy meal that filled my digestive system for lunch and dinner. @.@&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5449856900512477120?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5449856900512477120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5449856900512477120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5449856900512477120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5449856900512477120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/08/because-you-believe.html' title='Because you believe...'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb0mMbXxdBE/TkPdi2B13lI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9pqB9tDlOLc/s72-c/DSC00372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-3570978929303578244</id><published>2011-08-05T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T22:26:37.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams do come true. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Recently, I went on a trip to Penang to experience chinese culture.&lt;br /&gt;But thats not it. Two cameras are filming while I have my experience! :D&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'm talking about? Stay Tuned. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR_NkULCd1g/TjzPrk41luI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4ZWiqPI5b0A/s1600/IMG_0750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR_NkULCd1g/TjzPrk41luI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4ZWiqPI5b0A/s320/IMG_0750.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've learned the history of 大仕爷. :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYm1TQ-e2Fs/TjzPyUPUqMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yybTobqlXWA/s1600/IMG_0751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYm1TQ-e2Fs/TjzPyUPUqMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yybTobqlXWA/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A chance to be apart of this program with 8TV host- Yoon jie jie. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-3570978929303578244?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/3570978929303578244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=3570978929303578244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3570978929303578244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3570978929303578244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/08/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams do come true. :)'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR_NkULCd1g/TjzPrk41luI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4ZWiqPI5b0A/s72-c/IMG_0750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-47670212554668286</id><published>2011-07-17T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:18:25.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm reading again! :D</title><content type='html'>Recently I've managed to finish reading 2 books in my spare time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't read those Harry Potter and other fantasy thick books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorta like the girly teenager types who enjoy a high-school teen drama romance novels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just for pleasure but surprisingly, I actually picked up some deep vocab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one was "A Match Made in High School"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Predictable and cliche, but it still had the power into sucking me back into my old reading habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent last night and this morning reading the remaining few chapters in my 2nd book-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Earth, My Butt &amp;amp; other big round things"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a really low expectation for this book, since it was on sale and by the title, I really don't know what to expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out to be really interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its about an above-average weight teenage girl, who tries to hurt her body in different ways because her family don't accept her body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I'm gonna start a whole new book. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. Really a pointless blog, but I wrote it just to sorta "commemorate" my reading habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Does that make sense?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-47670212554668286?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/47670212554668286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=47670212554668286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/47670212554668286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/47670212554668286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-reading-again-d.html' title='I&apos;m reading again! :D'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-278245447680543030</id><published>2011-07-17T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T07:42:49.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Terrifying.</title><content type='html'>Standing up there, I can see everything. And everyone.&lt;br /&gt;They are just staring at me. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a performance on the monthly activity held by Abundant Music.&lt;br /&gt;No Biggie. Before I went up onstage, I wasn't nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I started talking, I can feel my hand shaking.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like its my first performance, but I just realize that it was my first solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was 80's and 90's music.&lt;br /&gt;My bandmates chose "A Song For Mama" by Boyz II Men to perform, because that was the choice of the original singer that they find.&lt;br /&gt;I started out being the guitarist, but in the process, I end up being the vocalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought after singing by myself in vocal class made me more confident. Well I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Up on the tall stage, I can see everyone down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are nodding along the music, some are yawning and the rest are just plain emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its normal, but the insecurities took upon me.&lt;br /&gt;My voice started cracking.&lt;br /&gt;Hands started to swing back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;And my mind started to drift of into the different ideas of what my body should do I can do while singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later, I just didn't care and look up at the clock right across the hall, like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I'm completely unaware of the crowd down there.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;As I sang the line-&lt;br /&gt;"And you took up on me, when everyone was downing me." &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine if I was looking at my mom while singing that, waterworks will explode right out my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(I know right, what a baby.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a million thoughts was passing by while I was standing up there for just 3-4 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the turn comes to my other band to perform, it was almost 9.30, really late.&lt;br /&gt;My duet partner, Ya Ting got the message from the teacher that she can't perform anymore as she already went up singing for 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;So i was offered to go up for a solo.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of being up there alone again, scared the bejesus out of me.&lt;br /&gt;So I turned out the offer immediately without considering the fact that other bandmates had already practiced so hard for it. (selfish leh?) &lt;sorry!!&gt;&lt;/sorry!!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the night ended, I sigh with a great relieve.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad to have this experience though it kinda sucked, coz now I know, I'm not ready at all.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED more experience. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-278245447680543030?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/278245447680543030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=278245447680543030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/278245447680543030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/278245447680543030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/07/truly-terrifying.html' title='Truly Terrifying.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-6080167841955278598</id><published>2011-07-03T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:04:11.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce- Year of 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I came across this video-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vXXiku0580?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vXXiku0580?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this, my eyes are widen and my mouth are just hanging down.&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce was such a strong, independent woman.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a workaholic, and I don't believe in NO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! And I am complaining that I am busy??! She is nuts!&lt;br /&gt;She is an inspiration to every artist wannabes out there. No. Every woman out there.&lt;br /&gt;If One day, I can even do half of what she had accomplished, then I am well-satisfied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-6080167841955278598?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/6080167841955278598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=6080167841955278598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6080167841955278598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6080167841955278598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/07/beyonce-year-of-4.html' title='Beyonce- Year of 4.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-2653611321299313274</id><published>2011-07-03T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:55:26.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am missing the point again. =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So as many of you know, IGCSE is over!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Although I've blogged about it so many times but I still couldn't believe that I'm free from High School! (even though its already a month)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But before i can even catch a breath, so many things are coming towards me like a whirlwind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I haven't had a COMPLETELY FREE week since my last IGCSE paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Because boredom is my first enemy, I am so happy to have my schedule tight and packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I gotta admit, sometimes, I tend to take way more than I can handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And when all the activities sink in, I will get stressful and moody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That's another really bad habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Because I have so much on my plate, the answer is always a no when I was invited to hang out with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Before, I had a plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I wrote down on my diary that, "NOTHING can stop me from chasing my goals."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But these days, I feel like that wasn't what I really wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I began drifting away from my friends, taking up too much of my parents' time (since they fetch me everywhere. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Ditching friends and wasting parents' time" wasn't part of the plan!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So I began planning more outings with friends, but still not troubling my parents fetching me here and there. You might think its easy, but when you are as "Cha Tao" as me, then you'll know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am honestly an amateur at remembering road names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Like "federal highways" or "MRR 2", you might think that I can remember it by now since I always hear these names, but every time I pass by I am still blurr! It's really now or never since I want to take my license next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(okay I really don't know where i'm going with this blog, but its midnight and I'm rambling.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So I am proud of myself today coz I used the whole day so wisely without even catching a glimpse of "Gossip Girl" last episode! eheheh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyway I'm kinda already missing the point. No wait. I don't even know what's the point of this blog post. Oh well. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-2653611321299313274?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/2653611321299313274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=2653611321299313274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2653611321299313274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2653611321299313274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-missing-point-again.html' title='I am missing the point again. =.='/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-3090519190564677268</id><published>2011-06-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:09:48.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wander Wild and Free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Before the exams, I was imagining and daydreaming about the things I would do when i'm done with the exams. And after the exams done, I was expecting this thrill that will make me float gleefully.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;But, I feel nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its because of the fact that I started the music diploma class in Halo, so I was immediately given assignment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since young, I have a really bad habit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have these pair of eyes that wants everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when it comes to skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also have the bad habit to 半途而废。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i learned everything halfway, and when something new pass by my sight, I will say goodbye to what I was interest in and then chase after another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, when I wanna learn a new language,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my mind set on German,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I will hear someone say "Bonjour", I went searching for French lessons on YouTube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the reason why I am 半桶水 in everything. See, even my blog posts are written in Rojak language. XP&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay this was really random, but I just really wanna get rid of these two bad habits!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-3090519190564677268?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/3090519190564677268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=3090519190564677268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3090519190564677268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3090519190564677268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/06/wander-wild-and-free.html' title='Wander Wild and Free.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-4195022119262013331</id><published>2011-06-16T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T04:40:40.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A treat to my eyes, but a threat to my feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tomorrow afternoon, I will be boarding back to Malaysia, which makes today the last day of really touring around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, because of the long life rain "长命雨", our trip to the Ocean park is disastrous. Most of the rides are closed, we have to walk around with our soaking wet feet while carrying the umbrella and searching for places to hide. We were originally scheduled for pick up at 8.30 pm but because of the boredom of waiting around, we went home early at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the taxi drivers wanted to return their rented cars back to the company, so they were unable to send customers across the sea, back to the other island. So we were forced to stop at a MTR station (yes, its MTR not MRT. XP) to go back. Around the station, streets that are crowded with shops are everywhere, so we've decided to shop till dinner time. Turns out, most of the shops are furniture stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH, our feet! We stepped in puddles, and just walk and walk 2 hours straight. So by the time we ride the MRT, everyone are out of work, and we gotta squeeze in to get back. But the station is so clean and pretty. It almost feels like a mall if there isn't the bee crowd of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the station, feels like watching a free fashion show. Everyone dressed so nicely, leng zais and leng luis are everywhere. :D I keep looking around, fascinated by how they run so 粗鲁-ly trying to squeeze in but yet still looking so fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we end up having dinner at our hotel, bought from the supermarket- (2 pieces of pineapple each, 2 pieces of sushi each and 2 bites of bread each!) XPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomoro morning we'll take a walk around the streets beside our hotel. I really hope I can shop! XP&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more once, I get back to KL, I'm really looking forward to see my friends and make plans! XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-4195022119262013331?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/4195022119262013331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=4195022119262013331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4195022119262013331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4195022119262013331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/06/treat-to-my-eyes-but-threat-to-my-feet.html' title='A treat to my eyes, but a threat to my feet.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-2725823676678282758</id><published>2011-06-07T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:54:18.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Famous..huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You know how in my previous blog, I mentioned that I purchased 5 CDs in the book fair coz its only Rm3 each. :D And it is not even pirated, its just such a major good deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the CD cases were kinda broken into pieces once I unseal the plastic cover. Hehe! Guess now i know why it was on sale.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, never judge a book by its cover. Well in this case it's Album cover instead, but whatever. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, these albums are from artists that I never heard of, so I well, umm judged. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this very cover, there is really nothing special about it, just a normal teen popstar-ish look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/l/lumidee/album-almost-famous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/l/lumidee/album-almost-famous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But the picture reminds me of the scenes from Jordan Pruitt's "Jump To The Rhythm" music video so I bought this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album title is "Almost Famous" which I think its really clever since it IS almost famous so it ended on the sale items bunch. HAHAHAH! Not funny?? okay moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna go all wikipedia on you, I'm just gonna speak in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I was a little disappointed coz this is the CD I was most looking forward to play. It has nothing special to it, just a normal pop and R&amp;amp;B stuff. And nothing that really catches my attention. The beat tracks are okay but I don't think the melody didn't do well with the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened the another one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBYDKWvdsZ8/TKoVfxHXrgI/AAAAAAAAAic/D8oXDWm0zdU/s400/Stephen-Fretwell-Magpie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBYDKWvdsZ8/TKoVfxHXrgI/AAAAAAAAAic/D8oXDWm0zdU/s400/Stephen-Fretwell-Magpie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I first saw this album cover, I wanted to buy it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;It was so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It may seem gothic and odd, but I just like the authentic feel that comes with the album name "Maypie"&lt;br /&gt;What does that even mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, I also prejudged. I originally thought when I play it there will be like gothic music and all misty ghostly.. yea.&lt;br /&gt;And I also thought it was a boy-girl vocal group. But I was so far from hitting the bull's-eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it wasn't a boy-girl group at all. Its just all guy. Or maybe I'm wrong coz the girl could sound like a boy too. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;But the songs are good! They have this acoustic elements that I'm usually drawn to, but all in all, the songs are not THAT ear-catching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I opened up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ODNGuO8-L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ODNGuO8-L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Obviously, I bought this coz the black hair dude is handsome! Wahhaha! but also, they are twins! And I rarely see that in English artists.&lt;br /&gt;The songs are okay, much better than the previous two, but the lyrics are cliche and unoriginal.&lt;br /&gt;BUT whats so special about them are! They actually have one more brother!!&lt;br /&gt;They are triplets! But one decided to quit, so the two- Clint and Bob, formed a new one called "Same Same" kinda a odd band name but it is true..&lt;br /&gt;What I found really surprising is that the 3rd song on the album features JACLYN VICTOR!&lt;br /&gt;You know the famous "Gemilang" singer/ Malaysian idol.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the triplets are originally from Britain but worked in Asia! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.kazaa.com/images/24/886970109024/Eamon/Love_and_Pain/Eamon-Love_and_Pain_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://image.kazaa.com/images/24/886970109024/Eamon/Love_and_Pain/Eamon-Love_and_Pain_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next one is Eamon's "Love &amp;amp; Pain".&lt;br /&gt;Again nothing special, but the songs are good! :D&lt;br /&gt;I especially love his "Up &amp;amp; Down", though he reminded me a lot of Jay Sean.&lt;br /&gt;What I love about this album are the titles.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, nothing special, but the title are really straight to the point! And I could relate to that! XP&lt;br /&gt;Not saying is a good thing, but I still like it!&lt;br /&gt;For ex "How could you bring him home?" and "By My Side"&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity sometimes works too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrityimg.com/photos/HadyMirza19558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://celebrityimg.com/photos/HadyMirza19558.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm actually really excited for this one too!&lt;br /&gt;Coz its one of our local artist singing English songs!&lt;br /&gt;But Hady Mirza, of course, stay true to his culture, also didn't miss out on a Malay song- "Merpati"&lt;br /&gt;The songs on this album are mostly covers of other artist's work, but he also added his own style into each of the cover.&lt;br /&gt;I particularly loved his cover of "Ordinary People"! He turned a very show-tuned like song (especially Asher Book's cover) to a very modern, jazzy feel to it. And adding the drums/ bongo (I can't tell which is it) to the instrumental is genius. :D&lt;br /&gt;So this is strongly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;Though I would love it more if original songs are included. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I'm done "reviewing" each of the album. I'm not a pro so i'm not really in the place to judge them... Oopss.. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Well, u guys can judge me back, if you actually know me! XP maybe next time then! XP&lt;br /&gt;(hey, a girl can dream. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-2725823676678282758?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/2725823676678282758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=2725823676678282758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2725823676678282758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2725823676678282758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/06/almost-famoushuh.html' title='Almost Famous..huh?'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBYDKWvdsZ8/TKoVfxHXrgI/AAAAAAAAAic/D8oXDWm0zdU/s72-c/Stephen-Fretwell-Magpie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-8922472472352822433</id><published>2011-06-01T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T04:35:00.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Fair. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If there is a big sale in the clothing departmental shop, I would my eyes would be wide open.&lt;br /&gt;When there is a big game expo, my bro would beg my parents to permit him to go.&lt;br /&gt;But when there is a book fair, my parents are the first ones there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As spectacles wearing book lovers, you can expect them to be in the book store wasting their money as often as possible. Well, my parents are not in that category of book lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are in the money-saving book lovers. Unless the books are needed urgently, my parents only wait till there is a book fair only go crazy on buying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went there for 2 days in a row. and bought, a total of around 60++ books. @.@ talk about crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can see why, because all the books are super cheap. There are even some which can be bought @ Rm1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tag along, and to my surprise, there are English books! =.=&lt;br /&gt;but not as many as the chinese books.&lt;br /&gt;I love to buy novel but usually it will cost like Rm 49 and above, and once I'm done reading it, I will never touch it again. So its actually pretty wasteful.&lt;br /&gt;But today since most of the books are like Rm5, I search for novels.&lt;br /&gt;But there aren't many that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there at 1pm and stayed till 6pm. And we don't even really read through them, just look at &amp;nbsp;the price and read the description at the back and then dump it inside the basket.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I only bought one novel titled "It's not you, it's me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think if you want your book to catch someone's attention, your book need to have really attracting book cover.&lt;br /&gt;If it's placed in between all the black and white covered books, yours will stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, your title should be really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, place a description/plot of the book at the back of the book cover! That's what I always read when I wanna buy any books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;After searching through the 8 rows of books for about 3 times each, my parents still haven't finish choosing their books. So I got really bored. Just when I was just about to give up searching, I heard a book saying "BUY ME"&lt;br /&gt;Its titled "The book of dreams".&lt;br /&gt;It states what each dream meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was pretty useless, so the idea of buying it never crossed my mind. But after flipping through, its actually really interesting. So i see the price and its originally Rm78 discounted to Rm14, so i put the book right into the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the dream book and the novel, I also got 2 music theory book, and a chinese novel in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my phone and its 5, I'm getting pretty bored. So i went to the music section. I don't think there will be anything that I wanna buy, since most of the ones available there are really old. But then I came a cross this hug pile of CDs and its only Rm 3 each!!&lt;br /&gt;And its English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then none of the artist are those I've never heard of. So I went through them. There are a lot, but I only selected the Album Cover and song title that are unique. :D And I bought 5 CDs!&lt;br /&gt;You might call it wasting money, I call it research. :D&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see why are they just Rm 3. Are they really that bad or just not as famous?&lt;br /&gt;I will blog it up after I listen to them one by one. So stay tuned. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty nice day and also a long break from studying like a nerd. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-8922472472352822433?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/8922472472352822433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=8922472472352822433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8922472472352822433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8922472472352822433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/06/book-fair-d.html' title='Book Fair. :D'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-505641142688386471</id><published>2011-05-19T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T03:47:40.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day to go! Woopdedooo! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If you're my blog-reader, you will notice that a lot of my old wall posts this year has the phrase "I wish my O Levels will be over soon!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not over. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUTTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomoro is my last exam for May! It's English listening paper, so there is nothing for me to study anyways.. Oh who am I kidding, I don't study anyways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past two weeks, I've taken Maths, English, Chinese and Malay papers. So Accounts is the only paper left for me. If you're a normal student, you're probably thinking that I am so lucky to only take 5 subjects. Well yea! but I am just an example of a lazy B-O-N-E so don't bother being jealous. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first day I was really nervous. A lot of people were there early. Of course as my first day, my caring daddy accompanied me there too. :D Him being there was sorta comforting too, I wouldn't feel so bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw this guy talking to a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my dad was like "See! Come here to kao luii!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think they know each other la." I said seeing the guy so friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wanna bet?" says my oh-so-playful dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the guy said, "Hahahah! so what's your name?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad's face brighten up in a smug way. aahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You see no one come to kao you!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Coz your standing here ma! If you're not here, I bet a lot of guys sure come towards me already lo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yeah, thats what I am here for!!" my dad said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been really relaxing and fun actually! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because my mom/ teacher had already set a system for me, its war.&lt;br /&gt;but when the exams period are near, I need to be all chill so I can have an empty brain.&lt;br /&gt;wait that doesn't make sense.. You get what I mean anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the exam is that, during the oral exams I had, I've befriended two friends.&lt;br /&gt;They are siblings. Though I don't talk much with the guy but he's still considered as my friend, since he's already a friend on my Facebook. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sister, when we met in oral, its already like&amp;nbsp;一见如故. (hehehe! I used 成语... hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;During the oral, since we have to wait for our turn, we keep on talking. and we talk about EVERYTHING. I remember even talking about boys.... (though I forgot why) and that was the first time we met!!! Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I introduced them to my good friend Ernest, who is taking exams too. Before the exam, we had loads of fun just chatting, and I totally forgot that we were there to take exams. (well not really, since all of them are taking Bio book with them to study while I am just flipping through my UPSR 作文模范 which is harder than our exams. Imagine that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam tip:&lt;br /&gt;Having friends are definitely a must to calm your nerves down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of exams, my favorite subject to take was definitely Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Surprised eh?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Coz it just goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;妈妈买的葡萄很甜。妈妈买了什么？&lt;br /&gt;and then there are pictures for you to tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure even my brother can pass. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, nothing can beats the easiness of Chinese Listening exam.&lt;br /&gt;"问题一到五” said the girl with the voice of the cd player.&lt;br /&gt;"Question one to five" said the translator.&lt;br /&gt;yes, there is a translator. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;"第一题“&lt;br /&gt;"Question One"&lt;br /&gt;"你在中国”&lt;br /&gt;“You are in China"&lt;br /&gt;DUDEEE WE GET IT! PFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, you can't blame them, coz I took the 2nd language Chinese which is meant for the foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;I am such a lazy chinesian.&lt;br /&gt;But like my friend say, we are not taking 2nd language Chinese, we are taking Mandarin Chinese. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, tomoro is my last exam to go, and I am going into war again. Coz I have 2 more accounting papers to go in June. and I haven't complete my studies.. (hihih) But I am not complaining, coz I am super lucky to just be taking 5 subjects. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-505641142688386471?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/505641142688386471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=505641142688386471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/505641142688386471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/505641142688386471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-more-day-to-go-woopdedooo-d.html' title='One more day to go! Woopdedooo! :D'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-8643562995974564320</id><published>2011-05-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T07:14:01.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm learning so much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I spent the whole day writing and reading blogs, doing the pass year papers, and also watching movies to prepare for the English paper tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh well, okay, the movie part is not studying. But the movies are in ENGLISH! eh? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I read through the comprehension in the pass years, and the articles are really interesting. They are not some lame texts about whatever, the author of the papers chose very interesting stories! Which are very helpful to me, for I am a person who has lack of general knowledge, and, to be honest, lack of logic too. As my friend, Ernest would call me as an "artistic" thinker. (PS, if Ernest is reading this. I remember you saying this because I took it as a very big compliment! HAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like, there is one that talks about what will happen in 50 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you know that scientist are in a progress of making a device that allows people to know what animals are thinking? Scientist think it might influence a lot of people to become vegetarians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And how certain physical exercises such as a movement with the head helps a kid's reading ability. There is also an observation that states that if a child holds a pen with the fist instead of fingers, this might show that the child is unable to use his or her muscles properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The other one that caught my attention is that, if there are too much noise in your life, it might be a problem for your health. Its better to take an hour to do meditation and clear your mind. Hey, no wonder yoga is healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SEE, I'm knowing so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so back into reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are so much out there for me to learn. I had to have an open-mind when it comes to things, and just explore them. I hope I will 活到老，学到老. Which also helps older people to have less chances of getting 老人痴呆症 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;（&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alzheimer's Disease).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keep learning kids. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peace out! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-8643562995974564320?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/8643562995974564320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=8643562995974564320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8643562995974564320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8643562995974564320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-learning-so-much.html' title='I&apos;m learning so much!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-2638191528461434380</id><published>2011-05-11T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:54:20.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 first dates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is an amazing movie, came out on 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course, I'm not gonna spoil the movie for you if you haven't watch it. But just a little detail wouldn't hurt. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's about a girl name Lucy (played by Drew Barrymore) who suffers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;rom Goldfield Syndrome (a fictional form of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 16px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anterograde amnesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in which each day's events disappear from her memory overnight) after being in a car accident. So basically, she only has her long-term memory which are the things that occurred before the accident happened. And she met a guy, Henry (played by Adam Sandler) who loves her enough to let her know what happened to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I saw the same real life issue on the news last year. I thought it was so incredibly sweet. This movie showed me exactly how hard it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every single morning, the girl had to wake up beside a stranger on her bed. And so she beat the crap out of him, and after she calms down, he'd only explain everything to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The movie made me appreciate my life so much more. I used to complain that I do the same thing every single day, but hey, imagine how upset the guy would be knowing that his own wife couldn't recognize him every morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every night, after every date, the girl would say, "Why haven't I meet you the day before the accident?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every time they've kissed, she would say, "Nothing beats the first kiss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its a great movie. Both funny and romantic. Recommend it to everyone out there, single, married, its complicated, in a relationship, even gay and lesbians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You will learn that, if you love that person enough, no matter how torturing it is to make it work, everyday with her/him will still be worth it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PS. this is like the total opposite of the post before. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-2638191528461434380?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/2638191528461434380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=2638191528461434380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2638191528461434380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2638191528461434380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/05/50-first-dates.html' title='50 first dates.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7158171132426694190</id><published>2011-05-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:24:26.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not doing this for love, you're running away.</title><content type='html'>This is an old news. Out of no reason the thought of it came to my mind, before I went into sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays, there are a lot of suicide cases in Malaysia. According to a local news website, out of the 290 people, 219 were men and 71 women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most possible reasons? Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me take the most recent and popular case, Alviss Kong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chose to suicide because the girlfriend of 4 months dump him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 months???! It's really not that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And according to his friends, this isn't the first attempt. When his first girlfriend dump him, he tried to kill himself too, but of course didn't succeed. Which led him into the arms of his second girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think from his point of view, he is trying to prove to the girl that he loves her more than anything in the world. Maybe it could made him some sort of hero. Or maybe the girl will feel sorry for him. But is that what he really wants??! The girl go back to him just because she doesn't want him to die. Isn't that something like a threat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, in his note, he stated how much he cared about her. Well personally, I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know why? Coz this just made the girl feel even worse! Talk about public embarrassment. And how do you think she will feel after you decide to make a jump?? Will her love for you magically go back to her?? NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will now have this unavoidable, haunting label that will stick with her forever. "I am the reason why he's dead." Is that what you really wish she feels??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm coming a bit too strong and insensitive, but I really think he should think about the consequences before he made the stupidest mistake of his life! I mean, he is good-looking, have a loving parents, not disabled in any way, just plain stupid. Such a life-waster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, you might think that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its not as easy as it seems, you don't feel it, so you won't know what he is going through!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, that's a ridiculous theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know much about love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I do know is that, everyone came to this life to experience everything they possibly can. And when they we were born, some may come in with everything, others may only have life itself without a clue of how parents look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I can't live without you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats so not true!! Because before you met the person, you are living well enough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you say it as a line, thats okay. But don't mean it LITERALLY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all those ungrateful, life-waster that become the model of teenagers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could even be taken as a cure for break-ups! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My girlfriend just broke up with me... What should I do now? I know, jump off a cliff!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will find someone new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone knows that Love comes in a package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among the package, pain is a compulsory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love the person, you will know that the person is worth taking the risk of getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all I'm saying is that, Cherish your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be stupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7158171132426694190?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7158171132426694190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7158171132426694190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7158171132426694190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7158171132426694190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-not-doing-this-for-love-youre.html' title='You are not doing this for love, you&apos;re running away.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5068849683966832694</id><published>2011-05-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:32:27.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you gonna be when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>Thats the question every kid loves to answer with glee. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"astronaut!", "police!', "firemen!", "A pirate who owns a boat on Mars!" (hey that could happen one day!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's the question every teenager hates answering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"umm dunno, not sure.." , "I don't really umm.. care..." , "maybe.. rawkstar? or accountant you know whatever..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always thought I know exactly what I wanna do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems so clear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, Selina 老师 asked me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What are you plans?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Have you figure out how you're gonna achieve what you want?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whats your plan A, B, and C?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there are a lot of things I wanna do, many places I wanna go, and lots of experiences i wanna try. But if you want me to name one thing that i wanna do for the rest of my life?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DUNNO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz when you really start to look into the big picture. You can't only choose what you LOVE doing, you gotta consider a lot of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you gonna make a living out of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you good enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think you have the time or money to start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you qualified?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, what do I wanna do for a living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if I can choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna become a person who gets high paid for watching movies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when the hard-hitting questions came right before me, I broke down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so embarrassed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate crying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me seem so weak and fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOSH I HATE WEAK AND FRAGILE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are probably thinking, "Sheesh, don't be a crybaby. Its not a even a big deal!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW RiGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even know why I cried!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haizzz.. I guess I am still clueless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still a little crybaby who burst into tears whenever I can't keep it any longer. ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Selina and Chilla 老师 said, I gotta just take it easy, and go try all those things out there. And always keep an open mind. Researching is a very helpful key to making decisions too, and Google is always there for me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5068849683966832694?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5068849683966832694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5068849683966832694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5068849683966832694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5068849683966832694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-are-you-gonna-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='Who are you gonna be when you grow up?'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-3491593695518460125</id><published>2011-04-28T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:07:15.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My night life! Wooooo!!</title><content type='html'>This is always the time that I feel truly grateful for having the life I'm having...&lt;br /&gt;I've already written about the rain a lot of times. And I just get over how much I love the rain!&lt;br /&gt;I love rainy days. I love the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;The sound. The chill.&lt;br /&gt;And strangely, the smell too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a little girl, I told my mom, "why can't it rain every single night? that way I can have a very nice and peaceful sleep. :)"&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I'm only thinking about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Coz while I am sipping hot milo, under my warm bed, the homeless people are probably living under their own little shelter, struggling in the cold. Their clothes are all wet, they are shivering, but no matter how much they suffers, they still have to bare with it until the rain is over.&lt;br /&gt;That moment I feel so guilty. Coz I always wish there was rain when I couldn't sleep. And I didn't know that others are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever its raining at night, I will feel so comfortable all wrapped up in my cozy bed. After happinness left, the guilt came in and i would think about the homeless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am just saying that we should appreciate everything we have.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when i wished for more, but I know that I already have everything that I need.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a person's desire never ends. Like a women's closet is never full. :D&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean we don't give a damn about how much we already own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;sorry for all the "wise" talk.&lt;br /&gt;Its just raining here again.&lt;br /&gt;Its 3 Am right now.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to go to bed at 12. (such a good girl)&lt;br /&gt;and can't fall asleep till 2.&lt;br /&gt;and normally I would just stay there and wait to fall asleep, but tonight, I decided to get my butt off and just do something rather than wasting my time lying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what the night life feels like.... :)&lt;br /&gt;I never stay up pass 3. (coz i'm just that kind of good girl.)&lt;br /&gt;I follow curfew and rules.&lt;br /&gt;But I never ever can fall asleep no matter how sleepy I am.&lt;br /&gt;So its not my fault!!&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping!!&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, night life feels nice. Its like everyone else is pass out, and ur the only one up. Feels kinda special... :) hihihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH, WHO AM I KIDDING??! I wanna sleep! But I can't!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-3491593695518460125?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/3491593695518460125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=3491593695518460125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3491593695518460125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3491593695518460125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-always-time-that-i-feel-truly.html' title='My night life! Wooooo!!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-899334391202639214</id><published>2011-04-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:29:40.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACE!</title><content type='html'>Whasuup... :D&lt;div&gt;This is really an unplanned blog post. I have absolutely no idea what to write, so I'm gonna spill whatever I feel and just go along with whatever I spill... (i'm sorry does that make sense?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day, when i'm doing my accounts past years, I suddenly have the thought that, I am constantly doing the same thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wakes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shower n everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do past year papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a lil Tv break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing my current fav playlist and go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aint about the...cha-ching cha-ching" and my dad would go "一千一千“ (hokkian) and then bro's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bully him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after work's finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch tv till I pass out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the next morning I woke up and repeat all over again. And literally all over again, including the "cha-ching cha-ching". Don't believe me? Come and I'll prove it to ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually do that for about 2 weeks and then I only went nuts complaining,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I DO THE SAME THINGS EVERY FREAKING DAY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;personally I'm proud of that. Definitely one of my personal record! Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, if you know me well enough in real life, you will know that I am a very umm sort of hyper person. Well only to those I am very close to. So I can't really stand the whole routine. I don't like planned schedules, I don't like organized timelines or whatever. I dunno, I will get bored doing the same things. I'll never get bored of people though... which is a good thing, coz if thats the case, it'd be very hard to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a flaw. I am not saying it is a good thing, but its just the way I am. I am born this way! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask me why, I just am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since young, I like moving houses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited for first day in new schools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz its different and spontaneous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why I admire patient people. Coz I am never one. Although my chinese name kinda sound like patient, but I am not at all. This is why I am not meant for professional occupations like doctor, accountant and lawyer. I would suck at those jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, I dunno who invented this but... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay let me make up some fake percentages of people that are in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about 78% of the people live their lives like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Childhood- playgrounds and pre-school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13-17 - Movies, dates, fashion, music and school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17-21- movies, dates, fashion, music, dreams and college plus uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21-25-dreaming is over. time to get a high paid job thats stressful and tiring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21-30- work work work work work love life work work work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 more or less- marriage, kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After marriage and kids- back to work work work work work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then- retirement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally think its so much more than that! Its like we are just fixed to educate ourselves and prepare us for work. and then live along the way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so much to live for than to earn for. I mean sure we need money and all sorts but money isn't everything. Money used to be stones or something. If there isn't value, money are just a plain useless paper that are the causes of deforestation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I say that. but I love money too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh sorry, I meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the things money can bring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno what I'm blabbing about but its the way I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just so much more to live for. And I'd be lucky even to experience half of them. (the good ones of course.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored of typing now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta-ta. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-899334391202639214?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/899334391202639214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=899334391202639214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/899334391202639214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/899334391202639214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/04/peace.html' title='PEACE!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7975371269723328595</id><published>2011-04-22T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:57:09.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I write my songs. :D</title><content type='html'>So its been a really long time since I've written a complete song. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The busy schedule never stopped me. Like if I have an idea/inspiration, I would rush to get my phone to record it no matter what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. I meant any time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I was in school, and I have this tune in my head and since phones had to be confiscated, I had to keep on singing the tune. And when the clock strikes 3, I ran and get my phone and went to the toilet to record it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was one time, I remember I was washing the dishes, and I started humming this random tune. I was so happy and ran to my room to get my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have lots of examples, and can still keep rambling on but.. nothing beats this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was swimming, and I have this melody in my head. So I stopped, and immediately grabbed my towel and went home JUST to record it. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i have an inspiration, I will usually have the melody in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno where they came from, its like out of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I really can't take the credit for my songs... (All credits go to my head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the bad thing is that, the melody can appear anytime and anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have the power over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don't have the melody, I will try to write it... by myself... which is kinda exhausting.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I have to play a bunch of my old songs or listen to more songs to get ideas.. which is kinda the whole idea of songwriting but I am not always that free..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I have some free time on my hands, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I practiced my piano and start humming along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after a long time, I get really frustrated. Coz I have nothing... not a clue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i start to dig deeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once read a quote about songwriting, "Write what you know best".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I kept searching and searching..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 12-13, I like to write about friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Betrayals, my best friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 14, I grew up a little and start to write about life and experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 was the age when I really start to discover that I have this passion for songwriting and took Taylor Swift as my role model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as you know, Taylor Swift has a thing for writing songs about boys and love, actually based on her real life experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a clue about writing about love, coz I never actually been through it.. But around August, I have my first boyfriend. And my lyrics slowly gravitated towards love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, the big ONE-SIX. (hahah! I've always wanted to say that..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am more mature. I wanna start writing stuff that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just the on-the-surface stuff, but stuff that actually matters, you know like people can actually listen to it and be like "oh yeah, thats how I feel!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish my lyrics can be a little more relatable and they will actually matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still NOT A CLUE~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then finally, I got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres this girl. (don't jump to conclusions... =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres always a girl in my life. (again, hold your wild, crazy thoughts...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl that I'm always competing with. (I know ur probably like... "cheh..." =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like in the movies, the moms are usually the ones comparing them to the girl next door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"阿花拿一百分哦！ 你呢？98 分？？！给我去死啦你！"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay they probably don't say that, but movies will get a lot more better if thats one of the lines!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom used to be like that... (but not the 死 part la..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, shes like the care-free, loving, blog-writing addict, encouraging FRIEND of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even says that "Stay true to yourself, stop comparing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like I've said, jealousy is a big part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherever I go, there will always be the girl that I wanna compete against.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are like a gun or sth, once I've locked the target, I will try to shoot it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well maybe not shoot it, coz i will go to jail in the end, which will kinda suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I tried a lot of times, telling myself, "Nobody's perfect." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whenever I see her, everything I've said to myself turned to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look at her! And look at URSELF you useless fool!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its pointless. I can't control the green eye monster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I had this idea, I started writing like crazy. And though its not finished, I am still working on it. Now, I feel so much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why I love writing songs so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not only a space i can release my stress and feelings out, but its also a hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one day, a career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7975371269723328595?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7975371269723328595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7975371269723328595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7975371269723328595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7975371269723328595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-i-write-my-songs.html' title='This is how I write my songs. :D'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7439553400144014335</id><published>2011-04-17T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:05:46.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lil bro.. :D</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was a little girl, I kept begged my mom for a little brother. (Don't know what I was thinking back then..)&lt;div&gt;And at the age of 4, I got my wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the day my bro popped out, i was sooo happy. But that didn't last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I grew up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of my best friend's relationship with their sister are really good, they would share, shop and gossip with each other. I want a little sister so bad. But since my brother turned out to be a boy, oh well, I have to stick with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EWUxuG8ca4/TavQaTaWQVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aY6dm3RHvSg/s1600/my%2Bsis%2Bn%2Bi%2B%252814%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EWUxuG8ca4/TavQaTaWQVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aY6dm3RHvSg/s400/my%2Bsis%2Bn%2Bi%2B%252814%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596796112243933522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHNiGjk-kw/TavQaZxhiEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y_8XKFnsCy8/s1600/in%2Bd%2Bcar%2B%252811%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHNiGjk-kw/TavQaZxhiEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y_8XKFnsCy8/s400/in%2Bd%2Bcar%2B%252811%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596796113951754306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PzZEyg3JS-s/TavQaARV8SI/AAAAAAAAAIg/faCbD7BDjI0/s1600/Fashion%2Bshow%2B%252823%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PzZEyg3JS-s/TavQaARV8SI/AAAAAAAAAIg/faCbD7BDjI0/s400/Fashion%2Bshow%2B%252823%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596796107105890594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dressing him up... :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJqzUmdYovo/TavQaElmMAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5JXllueKvKY/s1600/shopping%2Bfor%2Bsunglasses%2B%25284%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJqzUmdYovo/TavQaElmMAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5JXllueKvKY/s400/shopping%2Bfor%2Bsunglasses%2B%25284%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596796108264583170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8OKaogLu1c/TavQZ4zcX1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IHD2p06JvO4/s1600/11062009131.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8OKaogLu1c/TavQZ4zcX1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IHD2p06JvO4/s400/11062009131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596796105101434706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I treat my brother as I would treat my little sister if i have one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him gossips, even though he doesn't know who I was talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dress him up. (HA!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I force him to go shopping with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I wrote a new song, i will force him to listen to it, and he will ALWAYS give an honest opinion. Mostly insults. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i need to go to an important event, I would ask him which outfit I should wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Its a big surprise to me how he still does that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like normal siblings, we would fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he is also my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can do everything around him, no matter how embarrassing it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he will always laugh at all my jokes, because I think he is the only one who will ever get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I can choose anyone else to be my little brother, I would still choose him. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3L0bSar7BHA/TavSNWX3fWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SQN7IyOYTR8/s1600/Real%2Blife%2Bimage%2521052.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3L0bSar7BHA/TavSNWX3fWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SQN7IyOYTR8/s400/Real%2Blife%2Bimage%2521052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596798088723791202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really short blog.. but I got inspired to write it when I read my bro's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.awesome-eugene.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7439553400144014335?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7439553400144014335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7439553400144014335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7439553400144014335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7439553400144014335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-lil-bro-d.html' title='My lil bro.. :D'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EWUxuG8ca4/TavQaTaWQVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aY6dm3RHvSg/s72-c/my%2Bsis%2Bn%2Bi%2B%252814%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-8257771729894856514</id><published>2011-04-16T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T10:21:03.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight blog.</title><content type='html'>Well, so its really just few weeks away from my O level exams....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like such a short time for me when I think about dealing with exams. And I got all nervous, like oh no, I'm really not fully prepared yet!! But then when something exciting comes up, and I can't go coz I have to study, I will wish that I can get everything over with so I can have my freedom back!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really funny, I actually didn't really study much, and I seem like I am not stress at all by the whole thing. I really took it TOO lightly. But every night, b4 going to bed I will think and plan a lot bout what I'm going to study the next day....but then in the end, I never finished what I've planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just a very lazy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well not everything actually...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want me to rehearse for a play or a performance or sth... and I have to rehearse from morning till night for every single day, I can do it. And i will do it willingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but studies.... UGH! it's such a drag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, its like 1:13 right now, but I'm still up! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been going to bed real early nowadays coz my parents are helping me to adjust my sleeping time... Do u know that our body has its own clock or sth??! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we are used to sleeping late, then our body immediately adjust the time differently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This explains a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I have a really hard time falling asleep every night, and an even harder time to wake up in the morning!! I would get more and more awake when it gets later and I would be really sleepy in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, trying to adjust my body clock. (That sounds weird..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time pass, I get to know myself more and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the more I get to know... it gets weirder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I have an unbalance shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One small and one big eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one small and one big feet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend told me I have double layer eyelash on one eye and the other have 3 layers of eyelashes on the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you know, like the title says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out Of The Ordinary. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-8257771729894856514?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/8257771729894856514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=8257771729894856514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8257771729894856514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8257771729894856514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-so-its-really-just-few-weeks-away.html' title='Midnight blog.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5565014314119400208</id><published>2011-04-10T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T01:09:02.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story behind my song-"Not A Fantasy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Halo's final exam is just around the corner... which is NEXT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yesterday we had our last compose class together... T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But this isn't the point of my blog, so I'm not gonna blab on about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So part of our exam is to sing our own original song. And once again, my lyrics are in English. If you want me to write chinese, it will probably about food, coz many of the chinese words I'm more familiar with are food names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyway, I've shown my family, friends and teacher my song, and so far, I'm pretty impressed with their reaction towards it. But they only hear the music of it, they've never really read the lyrics. So I wanna write it here, even though I know they will care less about it. hahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A guy had a crush on the girl. When the guy have a crush on the girl, he pretty much did everything the girl asked. He treated her so well, and promised to treat her well, or whatever. But when she rejected him, he turned his face, and showed his other side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So the girl, after being insulted by the guy, and everything. She got hurt. So she pretty much lost hope in this stuff. From that experience, she learnt not to trust what everyone else. Coz she know that promises are only made when ppl feel like doing it, but when something went wrong, every promises that person made will be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;UGH! I don't think you get what I meant write...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thats why I wrote the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am that type of person, who can't expresses what I want to say very well in words you know. I just dunno how to say it. So i wrote a song about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yesterday during our compose class, we talk about Taylor Swift's music. And she is one of the many people I look up to, but from both of her album, most her songs sound the same. Like it won't be out of the box or anything, and when you hear it, you will surely know its written by her. But what I like about her is that she writes about what she know best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And if you take a close look at her lyrics, there's always a story behind it. And that story is actually just a very simple thing, but she can't sing about it for 3 mins and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For ex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Story of Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This song is written when she went to an awards show, and she bumped into her ex. And how she reacted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How'd we end up this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;See me nervously pulling at my clothes&lt;br /&gt;And trying to look busy&lt;br /&gt;And you're doing your best to avoid me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And from that point on, the whole song is about the whole scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I used to know my place was a spot next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And another song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is written about another singer- Adam Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;About how she met him, and how she felt about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and if I was her, and I'm writing about this, I can only come up with like 2 paragraph of it, but she can drag on for a really long song. (I guess that's why she's famous and i'm not huh? hahahaha! duh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Here I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles&lt;br /&gt;Same old tired, lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Walls of insincerity&lt;br /&gt;Shifiting eyes and vancancy vanished when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think that's why I admire her so much. She write her song like she's writing her diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Johann 老师，taught us in class that many songs have a very strong memory point right there. And most of them is coz of the easy lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But Taylor Swift isn't the same, her songs are really very 长气. But yet still very popular. Her lyrics are ALWAYS different. I don't think she will ever run out of things to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Okay... my blog is getting out of topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hahah! Sorry, I'm a huge fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just wanna say that writing lyrics is very easy when you know what you wanna talk about. And lyrics that are easy to remember and only revolving around a few words, are just meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5565014314119400208?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5565014314119400208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5565014314119400208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5565014314119400208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5565014314119400208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-behind-my-song-not-fantasy.html' title='Story behind my song-&quot;Not A Fantasy&quot;'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-9197418394718116934</id><published>2011-04-05T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:04:31.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New video on YouTube!</title><content type='html'>Its been a really really long time since I made one.&lt;div&gt;Was in the mood last night. so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Uq097z61KmY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-9197418394718116934?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/9197418394718116934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=9197418394718116934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/9197418394718116934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/9197418394718116934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-video-on-youtube.html' title='New video on YouTube!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Uq097z61KmY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-6335317400851002337</id><published>2011-04-05T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:50:15.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A deep look into my day</title><content type='html'>So here I am sitting here on a stool beside this cold hallway.... Writing this blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up not so chirpily, and caught a glimpse of sunshine. The sunshine is not that bright yet, so I just assumed that it was 5am. So I went back to bed. After what seemed like 2 seconds, my dad woke me up saying that I am actually late. So I stood up quickly, rushing into shower. Today was the day of my final oral exam-English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am writing in English now, so you'd assume I'll do just fine. Hahah! You're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i love writing. And besides my horrible and many grammar mistakes, my work is pretty understandable...right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suck at talking and speaking!! I am that person who pretty much just blurt out the first thing that popped in my head. Yeah, I'm awesome like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I arrived quite early. There are already 3 people who showed up. My parents sent me up. My mom wished me luck and asked me to remember NOT to say selamat pagi and then got kicked out by the strict security. (thanks a lot mummy! Hahaha! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is an Afro dude, another guy hiding behind, and a girl with a bandage on the hand. But that's not what was the first thing that I noticed about her, it was her face. She had make up on! A few minutes later, another girl holding a korean passport (so I think she's a Korean?) who came after me.&lt;br /&gt;She's also wearing make up!!! I mean come on, am I the only one that thinks it's a lil bazaar to wear make up to oral??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;This oral was unlike the Malay/Chinese oral I had last week. The last one was pretty crowded and I actually made a friend due to the long waiting. :) this one was fast and there are only like 7 ppl. I guess it's coz it's second language.. Ahhaha! Yeah... I took English as second language... Pretty dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too depressed to talk about my oral... So I'm just gonna say that, it started good but ended awful!!&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: gotta get rid of the habit of adding "and stuff" to everything else I say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went right to klcc after it. Watched "just go with it" with parents. Which btw, is the funniest jen aniston film I've watched! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we ate lunch in the food court. I walked around not in the mood for anything... Then something caught my eyes. A little booth with those Mexican food like quesidilla, borito, nachos and tacos. My brother and I have always had this fantasy of eating a taco in America under the influence of watching too many American rom-comedy. (name of the movie: I love you man) so of course, I bought it and also took a pic of it to show off to my bro. He's still at school, so he didn't have the chance of tasting it. I went to meet my parents with excitement and explained that it looked so good on the movie. They are obviously a stranger to this food. So with a very high expectation, I took a bit and..... It taste horrible. Well for me anyways. Coz I don't like tortilla chips (how dumb of me to not know that it is tortilla chips). And the whole thing pretty much taste like a bunch of chips, paired up wit salad and all kinds of sauce and poured all over it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;See some things are only good in your head. (like my bro with licorice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am in kinokuniya. Do you know that it had nothing besides books, magazines and stationeries??!&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I dunno since when, but I kinda lost interest in reading. I used to love it but now... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading those opened magazines, I am pretty much bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had explored the whole kinokuniya. It's pretty huge. Heres my exploration:&lt;br /&gt;Did u know theres a lift just for the disables to the second floor??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u know theres a second floor??&lt;br /&gt;The second floor has a cafe. The books up there are mostly art and design books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u know there's a japanese section??&lt;br /&gt;Actually I already knew that, I usually hide out there for the air con.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool and big in there except for the fact that it's filled with books in a language that I absolutely don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the music sheets cost like 69 bucks?! I mean, dude u can get it off the Internet for FREE... Not that I mean anything.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that only a few of the chinese books are wrapped when most of the english books are WRAPPED?? (not fair...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah after those amazing explorations I ran out of things to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am sitting here on a stool beside this cold hallway.... Writing this blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. If u made it through until this far of this blog.... congratulations!!! U are a very patient person and I'm sorry to have wasted ur time reading this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeXJZpza1GA/TZrXAm3Yt4I/AAAAAAAAAII/zoHIyCzzoa4/s1600/IMG_0484.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks good huh?? Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeXJZpza1GA/TZrXAm3Yt4I/AAAAAAAAAII/zoHIyCzzoa4/s1600/IMG_0484.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeXJZpza1GA/TZrXAm3Yt4I/AAAAAAAAAII/zoHIyCzzoa4/s400/IMG_0484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592018292766717826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-6335317400851002337?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/6335317400851002337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=6335317400851002337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6335317400851002337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6335317400851002337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/04/deep-look-into-my-day.html' title='A deep look into my day'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeXJZpza1GA/TZrXAm3Yt4I/AAAAAAAAAII/zoHIyCzzoa4/s72-c/IMG_0484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-8030553678963087013</id><published>2011-03-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:01:35.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting to hate this phrase!!! =.=</title><content type='html'>When I was in the music centre, I complained to my friend that my house was so far from there.&lt;br /&gt;And my dance class classmate was there.&lt;br /&gt;We aren't really that close, but she is really nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;We only meet once a week in dance class, and we only know each other's personal info by looking on what's stated on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;So she asked, "So U drove here??"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like.... =.=&lt;br /&gt;and my friend was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Coz my vocal teacher also ever asked me the same question.&lt;br /&gt;"你驾车来啊？”&lt;br /&gt;and i was like&lt;br /&gt;"umm, I'm not old enough to drive..."&lt;br /&gt;And the whole class was like laughing!!&lt;br /&gt;My friend was like "haha! you look old lo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this a lot actually,&lt;br /&gt;so i answered my friend, "Do I look THAT old?? Guess how old I am?"&lt;br /&gt;and she was laughing, "Ohh, if you say it like that, then i guess ur 17."&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;Still wrong!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am still very young one okay, and if you count by the birthday, I am only 15 now!!&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;After knowing my age, she said "No la you look mature."&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all, I would like to clarify that, people who invented the word "mature" is just for the purpose of saying "old" in a polite way. XP&lt;br /&gt;But then she said something really true.. I don't wanna be treated like a kid also ah..&lt;br /&gt;So I guess looking mature has its advantages.&lt;br /&gt;Like having friends that are older than me...&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe can fake my age and enter the cinema. (hahah! I never try but i think they will probably check the IC)&lt;br /&gt;Like ummm.... yeah I think that's about it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still curious though.&lt;br /&gt;If i look so old now, what am i gonna look like when i am older??&lt;br /&gt;Will I look even older or stay the same?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but I always console myself by thinking about the ugly duckling theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Duckling theory:&lt;br /&gt;The ugly duck will one day turn into a beautiful swan,&lt;br /&gt;and the pretty ones will turn ugly as they got older...&lt;br /&gt;(By reading this, you can see how my logic is like. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if i look old now, I will look young in the future??&lt;br /&gt;HIHIHIHH!! (A girl can dream..)&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that'd probably be kinda creepy...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess i'll have to wait and see! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-8030553678963087013?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/8030553678963087013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=8030553678963087013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8030553678963087013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8030553678963087013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-starting-to-hate-this-phrase.html' title='I&apos;m starting to hate this phrase!!! =.='/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-992594660005954646</id><published>2011-03-21T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:31:09.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chin Pai Mia"!!!! Xppp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I've always been misunderstood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wanna explain here... hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Malaysian, we really gotta learn a lot of language to live here!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz really our language is soo cacated that you have to know at least 3 language to understand most of the conversation in Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot who wrote it, but I know it goes sth like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"U got tengok my botol or not... neh, the purple color de..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then when I move to Jakarta out of the blue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was real hard for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially since, everyone around me mostly speak English..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i remember when i was Primary two. The english standard in 华校，is not that high yet. And I just remember learning, "Cow moos" and "Dogs bark"... (Im not sure, but from here, u can probably see how bad of a student i was..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But under the school's strict policy of no speaking other language besides English, and also classmate's influence.. My english finally brushed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just like that, when i focus on my english, my chinese standard slowly decrease...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that I am back, I am counted as a "banana" in Halo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lemme skip to the point.. (heheh~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, I remember my fren/ vocal mentor (^^) Chin Fern,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were chatting about stuff and I kept adding "Ish" to chinese words, and then suddenly she said a phrase that hit me hard "You think we don't understand English meh.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly turned silent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know she didn't mean anything serious, but it just hit me like... "oh man... I did it again..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was in Jakarta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suck in english so Chinese class was the only class that soothe me.. Coz back then, it was my only strong point since everything else is in English. Even chinese class, the teacher from china, translate chinese words to English for us to understand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So every time when it came to chinese class, I get so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in class I'd be like answering questions and stuff.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when i ask my friend, "Have you finish your chinese compo??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I am just asking like for the purpose of JUST ASKING..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She replied, "Yea, yea we all know ur chinese is good la!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sentence is really hurtful especially coz she said it in such cold tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, as much as I don't wanna admit it, I am a quite a sensitive person. I take a certain things hard. And back then i was more sensitive than I am right now, and every comment just matter to me. So then I slowly stop answering questions much in Chinese class, and i got more determined to improve my english, and just ignore my chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that I am back here, its so much more different now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone I know, are sooooooo good in Chinese!!! And I am just like blur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I gotta start over and go back to learning chinese. haizzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my love for the language, came back to me when I am learning more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there are still a lot of things that I can't express out in chinese, so I tend to just blurt out english in the middle of speaking chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when Chin Fern said that, I just felt that, when i blurt out the English, people will get the feeling that i am showing off, when i am really not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean i am really not acting humble, but my english is not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz if u really read my blog, you can see that my grammar sucks so bad. and I always repeat using "but"s and "and"s..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are just so much space for me to catch up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really envy those people who are bilingual and even more. They can express what they wanna say so well in words and in speaking. Like Chin Fern, Alicia, Kai Ing , Grace, Jesse and so many more...  And also those xiao mei meis like Samantha, Jamie... I just really look up to them... One language is tough enough for me.. (^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents brought me to see this college called "新纪元“ （New Era) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when i heard the course that i wanted was in chinese, I freaked out!! But then the idea of changing is really not strange for me anymore. I have a lot of experience of adapting in new environments. I am really used to it by now. (I said that a lot!!! Gosh, I am so long gas!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in 华小, when my friends just discovered that I have an English name- "Eunice" they kept LAUGHING!! (I still don't know why...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in Jakarta, my friend would make fun of my Chinese name. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, Good times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in some ways, i think I am very lucky, that I get to experience both lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the best of both countries~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I miss Jakarta so much........ T_T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-992594660005954646?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/992594660005954646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=992594660005954646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/992594660005954646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/992594660005954646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/03/chin-pai-mia.html' title='&quot;Chin Pai Mia&quot;!!!! Xppp'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-701140826740957571</id><published>2011-03-21T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:38:23.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to 6point1!!!! =)</title><content type='html'>Recently my mom just discovered there's such thing called a "Blog"...&lt;div&gt;And it was so funny!! She was so happy, and it was a great pass time for her, because she is so talented in writing and plus she LOVES to write! So this was a great way to start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I started to introduce her to different blogs and different functions of it. Each day she got more and more excited! Once a blogpost is up, she'd be like "I wrote a blog post today!!" Sometimes she's even up to update her blog! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago, I told her that my childhood friend, Dian Yi, have a blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dian Yi is like a brother to me ever since we r really young. Coz our mothers are real close, and we've been friends ever since we were in our mother's wombs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after I went to Jakarta for 5 years, and I've become this "banana". Ever since then I really don't know what to say to him sometimes. (PEACE! ^^) and we rarely keep in touch now, but I still remember that he always has this great sense of humor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I showed my mom his blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, she's so obsessed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She read it for 2 days straight, from morning till night. and finished everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I don't really read it, coz its all in chinese, and honestly I am a really lazy person. I know that I'm not gonna understand most of it, so I skipped those really hard ones!! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my mom kept on telling me that his 笔法 has really improved and they are all so 幽默！ So I asked my mom to read it for me!! (XP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I finally understood why she's been laughing so hard every time she read ur blog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its seriously so funny!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Dian Yi, if you are reading this, please do everyone a favor and be a comedian when u grow up!!! Coz really U R HILARIOUS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. My fav blogpost had to be ur very first post in 2009:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(170, 221, 153); "&gt;很他媽欠揍的《我的自述》&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-701140826740957571?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/701140826740957571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=701140826740957571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/701140826740957571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/701140826740957571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/03/shout-out-to-6point1.html' title='Shout out to 6point1!!!! =)'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5883133763449629914</id><published>2011-03-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T09:09:29.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just felt so GOOD!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get the feeling when something you longed for finally happened?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, ever since I started to really sing, which is when I was 14. You know when I really start to care how my voice sound. At first it was HORRIBLE. But after my friend's encouragements, I start to participate in singing competitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started in school. But even though some of my friends will say that its nice, and although it felt nice, I know the real truth. Coz my parents have always have a really high expectation of me. So sometimes even when i try really hard to show that I practiced, my dad still says that something is really wrong with my voice, but he just don't know whats the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't until when last year, I went to join this training class for singing, composing n dancing. And it just hit me, that how bad I really am. Seeing all those talented people, I just felt so useless. Then slowly I see that they are just like me, struggling to use that spark of love for music, to develop and grow. And seriously, they are just SO NICE! I slowly felt comfortable. Although I was never a confident person, but slowly I've came out of my shell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 4 months of fun, when it was the second round, it gets tougher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are exams, mini events and assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no matter its dance, compose or vocal, the teachers had higher expectations, and slowly became stricter. And I knew this is getting serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, after coming so far, next month will be the last month. Honestly,  sometimes I really wanna give up, juggling academic and this training its just tiring. And seeing how bad I am, and how slow I learn, I just wanna give up and QUIT! And sometimes I wanna take the weekend to sometimes hang out with friends or just stay at home and be my couch potato self but I'm so glad I've chose to stick with it. It just helped me so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't until last month when I discovered that I have this "real" voice inside me. That I am dumb enough to use another way to sing when everyone else know how to sing in the right way... =.= At first I hated my "real" voice, its really low and pitchy all the time, but after my teacher n friend's guidance, I just PUSHHH harder. And the feeling after you get something you want, after trying for a really long time, IT FELT SO GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last last week, in my vocal training class, I sang "Shadow" by Ashlee Simpson. I love that song so much and I poured all my heart out singing it, coz I can relate to the lyrics. After a week's practice, i've got the best comment and advise from my teacher. And I just felt so good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, in compose class, I performed this original song that I wrote a few weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song was based all on my experience and what i've learned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was one of the piece that i was actually really proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the one that i'm really comfortable and not embarrassed about showing people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just starting playing it, and I got so nervous. I tried to keep my expectations low, so i won't get disappointed. And although I didn't perform it well, but my teacher just start commenting and start to actually hum out the melody of my song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the exam, my friend, Alicia, told me that she liked that song and also started humming out my song. That feeling just feel SOOOOOO GOOD!! You know, coz other people actually are singing a song that I wrote. =) Thats what I am actually aiming for all along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back cheerfully bragging, and my dad actually asked "Did u show them the one that goes like..." And he started also humming that song out. Im surprised that he remember how it sounds like. And he actually enjoyed it! I was just so happy!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything just made me wanna strive harder. PEACE! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5883133763449629914?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5883133763449629914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5883133763449629914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5883133763449629914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5883133763449629914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-just-felt-so-good.html' title='Its just felt so GOOD!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-6217040281265741171</id><published>2011-03-02T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:13:49.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They have made me who I am today.</title><content type='html'>Here I am lying here wit my eyes wide open again, I dunno how a person can just lie there and fall asleep immediately. It's really hard for me....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;My best friend wrote me and email last week saying how my blog looks like an advise column or sth... And then I just realize that it was so true... I guess a normal person would write down what happen in their regular life or sth but I dunno I guess I just like to share what I've learned in life? (yeah, I'm just lame like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seeing my friends only once every weekend is kinda tough but u know, every time I went back there to my old school I will always feel welcomed. And then it just made me feel right in and like I've never left.&lt;br /&gt;Then recently I've found out that lots of my close friends have changed. Some changed for the better and some just... Well... Got worse.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I had so many different personalities when I used to change schools but I just started to be myself when I didn't care about what anyone else thinks.. But doing that was hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;First u gotta go through a lot of embarrassing or heartbreaking stuff to actually made u go like " I give up trying to please u ppl."&lt;br /&gt;Well I went thru hell when a girl said I'm stupid and made a bunch of girls laugh on my very first day when they don't even know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then some insults just changed me for the better.&lt;br /&gt;My friend once said that I always wear the same shirt. (seriously so what?! It's comfortable) &lt;br /&gt;But at that time I took it hard and so I try to buy more clothes... And turns out I like shopping! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not every little insult is bad, it just corrects you to go to a right path that ur suppose to take, and helps u see a new side of urself.&lt;br /&gt;So nowadays I've had some heartbreaking events, I just told myself to cry it over and the past is in the past. And it could be another thing that makes me who I'm gonna be in the future. Who knows? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-6217040281265741171?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/6217040281265741171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=6217040281265741171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6217040281265741171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6217040281265741171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/03/they-have-made-me-who-i-am-today.html' title='They have made me who I am today.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7300981517222717397</id><published>2011-02-09T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T07:49:18.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hold on to the past, just start over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKzURbZ_wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/m6MCdLwT2mU/s1600/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKzURbZ_wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/m6MCdLwT2mU/s400/IMG_0260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571712849867833090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I found out that I am scared for every little thing. I never take the chance. And for the past month, I've been through a lot. So I just wanted to forget all of the pain, and just make a bold change and just start again. So I cut my hair! ahahahah! I think cutting my hair has always been a phobia. Coz because of my short hair I've not fit into my old school for half a year. For six months, I've been eating, studying and doing everything else alone as a new student in that school. And because almost everyone had long hair that time, I somehow always take that as a reason. But I know its not. =) Anyway, just when my hair grew long enough, I did something wrong and had my hair cut until really short. And for that, I remembered covering my head with my jacket hoodie in public everyday for a week. So when I see that everyone is changing, and I am still the same old me, I wanted to try to actually willingly cut my hair this time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKzT4YIbKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gukzHrLTpT0/s1600/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKzT4YIbKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gukzHrLTpT0/s400/IMG_0240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571712843143212194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKzUBHcklI/AAAAAAAAAHo/n678-F8r354/s1600/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKzUBHcklI/AAAAAAAAAHo/n678-F8r354/s400/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571712845489148498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom once tell me, in life if I reach a point where I just feel like nothing is right and everything in life is messed up, never even consider suicide as a choice. Just find a place where nobody knows you, and start all over again or just take a chance to make some changes. But there are so many suicides out there nowadays!!!!! And for what?! Mostly money problems, relationship problems and others are just stupid reasons like getting a bad grade. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am jealous that I don't have the talent that others have, but there is nothing complaining can help me achieve. I admit that sometimes I still miss him, but now that I see that he is over it, I know I should too. =) Coz I know I've made the right choice and if time could turn back, I'd still do the same. And sometimes, I feel that everyone is coming against me, or feeling left out from friends, but I still have my family!! =) So when you see everything from a nice perspective, everything changes. Your life will seem better again. =) Just let go of the past tragedy, and start all over again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7300981517222717397?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7300981517222717397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7300981517222717397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7300981517222717397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7300981517222717397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-hold-on-to-past-just-start-over.html' title='Don&apos;t hold on to the past, just start over.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKzURbZ_wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/m6MCdLwT2mU/s72-c/IMG_0260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-4572408784659165500</id><published>2011-02-09T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T07:24:31.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckily I still have my family by my side! =)</title><content type='html'>Now that I don't go to school anymore, I've been studying more than I've ever studied in school. The only difference is that I can wear whatever I feel comfortable in. =.=&lt;br /&gt;So now I don't have the time to keep in touch and hang out with my friends much. I am starting to feel that I am drifting apart from everyone. Even my best friend, I can't really chat with her as much as I did last time. I miss all of my friends so much. But this only made me study harder to get over the O level. Once I pass, I am done and I am FREEEEE!!! HIHIHI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during these times, luckily I have my parents' and familes' support. At least I still can hang out with them. Still go for movies, play card games every night. I know I really should treasure these quality time with them. Because soon I will grow up and slowly drift apart and might not be able to meet them as much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been there every 24 hours. Helping me revise, accompanying me along the way. Although sometimes I feel that she cared about the exams more than I do, so she should probably take the exam for me. HAHAH! Even during the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep. And my mom could sense that and just get up and drag me to talk about accounts, so I could fall asleep out of boredom! =) She is the best mom anyone could ever ask for! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, luckily, is and always will be the fun one in the family. He will always take the stress and throw it somewhere else and just schedule events for us to take time and get away for a while. Even though he is stressed himself, but he still want to make sure we weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then theres my brother, well he is my only "cool" friend for now. He updates me with school gossip and give me opinions. And he is the funnest to make fun of, because he is naive to fall for everything!!! HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: "When u cut your hair??"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Just now."&lt;br /&gt;Bro: "who cut for u??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mom la!" (said sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;Bro: (surprisingly and naively believed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: "mi, u cut hair for jie jie ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Mi: " I don't even know she cut her hair!"&lt;br /&gt;Bro: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "DUMB!!!!! Can't believe you actually take it seriously!!!!" HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know how I would live without my family right now. So when someone say, "its so lame that I went to the movies with my parents last night." Well I think I am lucky I get to do that with my parents. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKwofNm_gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PsKsSVoiFPQ/s1600/DSC_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKwofNm_gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PsKsSVoiFPQ/s400/DSC_1259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571709898630561282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKwM3Xmn3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Lmo9l_i-5dg/s1600/DSC_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKwM3Xmn3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Lmo9l_i-5dg/s400/DSC_1225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571709424078593906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKvvXFbwpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dN1IGCh4fw8/s1600/DSC_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKvvXFbwpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dN1IGCh4fw8/s400/DSC_1204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571708917196243602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-4572408784659165500?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/4572408784659165500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=4572408784659165500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4572408784659165500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4572408784659165500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/02/luckily-i-still-have-my-family-by-my.html' title='Luckily I still have my family by my side! =)'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TVKwofNm_gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PsKsSVoiFPQ/s72-c/DSC_1259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-3372719753816940421</id><published>2011-01-25T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T01:41:27.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really up to me now.</title><content type='html'>Since young, I've dreamt of how I will spend my sweet sixteen. But I never pictured that I will be studying for an O Level examination on the next day. Sigh. But I guess that's just how life works. The things you wanted may not be what you've expected it will be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on from the "life quotes"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is gonna be really important for me. In this 6 months I'm just gonna have to deal with not going out much with my friends and instead spend time at home preparing for O Levels. I guess that's the way it should be since I have to prepare to sit for an exam that most of my friends used 2 years to prepare. But really, I am lucky enough to just have to work hard for these 5 months, and after that I'm done! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last sunday, I went to this gathering that my dad had with his old group called 激荡. It is a small group made up of many inspiring people who had passion for singing and composing songs. I went there to get some knowledge about the music business but in the end I learned something so much more important. Its that if you really had that passion for something, even if you are broke or forced to give up, you wouldn't let it go and continue moving forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad's friends and also seniors gave me a lot of advise. They also said that they will support me in everything I will do in the music business, because no matter what I  am going to go through in the future, they've been through it. I am so happy that I went there. Because I saw so many people who will sacrifice so much just so they could continue doing the things they love. Its really brave and not many people could do that. So I'm just gonna willingly suffer and work hard, and then enjoy my success later. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-3372719753816940421?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/3372719753816940421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=3372719753816940421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3372719753816940421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3372719753816940421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-really-up-to-me-now.html' title='It&apos;s really up to me now.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-2097608551333389287</id><published>2010-12-22T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:01:25.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>王力宏 Wang Lee Hom (Alexander)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have a lot of friends who are huge fans of Wang LeeHom, even my composing teacher really look up and always take his music as a reference. Well I never knew why. In the beginning, I was just thinking like, "Oh yea, He have good looks and an amazing voice plus skills of song-writing, so yea sure he's famous." Then soon after knowing more and more people being big fans of Wang LeeHom, I slowly started to be like, Who the heck is this guy? Why is he so famous??! Although I was curious, I never really have the interest of knowing about him and really listen to his music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Then last night, since I can't sleep yet, so I decided to watch his movie, "Love in Disguise" （恋爱通告）that I watch half way and ignore it for a really long time. And through the movie, I started to be really interested in the songs in it. There are really a lot of different new sounds and instrumental elements that I never heard before being in one song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So today, I went to wikipedia to understand the procedure and know the actors in the movie, like I always do after watching a movie I love or hate (Yup, I am just that free. HEHE!) . So I found out that the entire movie, LeeHom has been in most part of it. He not only starred at it, he also produced,directed and wrote most of the songs and perform them by himself. So since I have absolutely nothing to do, and in no mood to study, I decided to do a little research about him and I figure maybe I can learn some tips on songwriting from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I sit in front of my computer for probably more than 8 hours and most of the time I was listening to his songs or reading about his music and life or watching an interview of him on YouTube. Now it is 9 sth at night and I haven't actually found out absolutely everything about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;After researching and understand only part of his music and career, I learned that today I am not even 1/100 ready to be as successful as him! He know soooo much. And if I really want to write songs of different genres and different style, I really need to sacrifice a lot of time and dedication into it instead of fooling around just dreaming of writing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now I finally know that, this successful artist, producer, actor, director, scriptwriter and songwriter is successful not only because of his good looks and voice, he is really an influential person in music to look up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Along the way of studying his music and really his own person, I found out that I have a lot in common with him. Well, of course I don't share his talents but I still have a lot of common interest with him. If I really have an opportunity, I'd really love to meet him someday and maybe I can even call him my mentor or sifu. (What? It doesn't hurt to dream! HEHE! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So let me write down some of the things I know about him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;English name: Alexander (Alex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-but no one ever call him that. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Originally from: New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Birthday: May 17, 1976&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-2 days after mine! HEHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Music influences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Stevie Wonder, Elton John, N'Sync and a lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Signed: at the age of 19, during the year of 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-1995 was the year I was born. (HAHAH! Sorry I know I shouldn't be proud of that but I am!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;First album: "The One and Only"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Break-Out album: "Revolution"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LeeHom is just a very outgoing person, and he is interested in many instruments and a lot more. He is just the kind of person who hates being lonely, so he love acting because as he said in the process of the movie you get to work with a lot of people and just hang out with the cast as well as working. But his main focus is still on music. He love to hang out with a lot of different people and just being in different cliques which actually through his music, you can easily understood. Well from a lot of his songs, I just heard a lot of different genres and he could incorporate the chinese cultures into the hip hop world, and at the same time make those historical and old singing ways sound really cool. I just admire that a lot. Because in chinese music, I can find a lot of similar songs and similar style which are all written inside the box. And LeeHom's music just break those laws and just mainly go out of the box and mixing all those together and sounded SOOO GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Since he is an ABC, his mother tongue is not Mandarin but English. But because of his interest in his own race, he took double major in music and also asian studies. But that time, he was also having a career in the music industry. So I just really look up to him that he could juggle all that and just complete them so graciously. He also have a lot of skills in many instrument like drums, piano, er hu, bass, guitar, violin and some even most people have no idea what they are (for ex: I-jack).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So today I'm glad I took this time to just study about him, because his life experiences and knowledge had taught and inspired me soo much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Here are some things I learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-To always to stay true yourself and style. (tips from LeeHom to newcomers in the music business in his CNN interview)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;because there will be so many people asking you to change and criticizing your every try and effort to change the style that people are used to. But no matter how many times you failed, you have to keep going on, because being successful is really not that easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Not be another Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now and then, when people say my music give them a feeling and vibe of Taylor Swift's style, I got really happy. But I was wrong. I really needed to find my own uniqueness inside the songs I wrote instead of just being another Taylor Swift, because there is already a Taylor Swift, so who would want to a Taylor Swift copycat?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Learn chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chinese is a must, since I am chinese, although I'm so used to English, but it'd be better if I'm fluent in both! But not only chinese but many other languages. And the simplest way to do that is to just listen to their music because music can tell a lot. So if Wang LeeHom can speak so fluently in both chinese and english, why can't I?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Do not make excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I always like to make excuses and just find a way out. If I don't finish revising my academic studies, I'd blame on having no interest or time. Because actually having no interest or not, some knowledge are just basics and needed. Wang LeeHom can juggle so many things at a same time, while I'm not even working or busy, I must have much more time than him to finish what I have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Do not judge people. Or in my case, celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's kinda like a habit of mine to judge celebrities on the way they dress and the things they talk. But after really studying about LeeHom's music and person, I became a big fan myself when initially I'm just thinking he's another good-looking idol that people would obsess over. So now I am going to actually know the artist I prejudged like Justin Bieber and Lady GaGa first......then only judge. hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And most importantly I finally understand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;NO WONDER HE IS SO FREAKING FAMOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-2097608551333389287?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/2097608551333389287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=2097608551333389287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2097608551333389287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2097608551333389287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/12/wang-lee-hom-alexander.html' title='王力宏 Wang Lee Hom (Alexander)'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5069251097182146158</id><published>2010-11-22T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:25:25.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time sure move fast!</title><content type='html'>So instead of the usual "feeling" blog i'm actually gonna blog blog about the recent changes  and happenings in my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Awards night that was taking up all the space in my own sweet time for the month is OVERRRR!!!!!! It was a great night. Even though the process was stressful, but I'm so glad I can be in so many parts of it! It was so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOp_ztR8luI/AAAAAAAAAGA/32VX5juBVWs/s400/155332_1698232864332_1493195991_31726359_632858_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542382817737742050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended The Abundant Church anniversary dinner to watch my best friends getting all dressed up to perform!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic night! A great charity event and I'm so proud of my friends. Although didn't get to spend much time with most of them coz they have to perform... Great food though! but I didn't get much chance to actually finish them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqAWfgyqKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GfhVsvQGYG4/s1600/dsc06329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqAWfgyqKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GfhVsvQGYG4/s400/dsc06329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542383415337330850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" recently="" my="" whole="" fam="" changed="" to="" healthy="" diet="" coz="" of="" s="" a="" vegetarian="" and="" really="" enthusiastic="" nutritionist="" our=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqBMQ2JPCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IxDh1iWh6Hc/s1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole family changed up to a much more healthier diet, due to Dad being a vegetarian and mom being a super enthusiastic nutritionist in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqBMQ2JPCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IxDh1iWh6Hc/s1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqBMQ2JPCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IxDh1iWh6Hc/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542384339113294882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big bowl of healthy... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out a new, and more mature look. =) To try and kinda hide my childish acts but at the same time still maintaining them! HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqFqdhx-nI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y85nIlZVF-g/s1600/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqFqdhx-nI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y85nIlZVF-g/s400/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542389255960132210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going SWIMMING and Not playing water… =.= (u know who you are..) in the new club house. It's so nice up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqGs7-ZsGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SFeiD-hH0OQ/s1600/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqGs7-ZsGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SFeiD-hH0OQ/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542390398004605026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqFqiOiWrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fqXDxgkUru0/s1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqFqiOiWrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fqXDxgkUru0/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542389257221593778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a photo shoot in the beautiful bird park with Naomi Ching  a very friendly and talented photographer for dad's AD. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqISvMx6sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZXTNkpqICQQ/s1600/IMG_9350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqISvMx6sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZXTNkpqICQQ/s400/IMG_9350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542392146921908930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqHX0_yUiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SI8uwP4Mt-s/s1600/IMG_9338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOqHX0_yUiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SI8uwP4Mt-s/s400/IMG_9338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542391134865740322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess time really do pass by fast... I kept saying that but yet it's still so true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, T.Steven told us to make plans for our upcoming holiday and at the same time keep a holiday journal, which it's actually a GREAT idea!!! I just hope I'm not lazy to finish it! Hopefully can make a video summary of it too! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to go to Jakarta and see my friendss!!!!!! 9 more days to go!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5069251097182146158?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5069251097182146158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5069251097182146158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5069251097182146158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5069251097182146158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-sure-move-fast.html' title='Time sure move fast!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TOp_ztR8luI/AAAAAAAAAGA/32VX5juBVWs/s72-c/155332_1698232864332_1493195991_31726359_632858_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-8654681832182300166</id><published>2010-11-19T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:15:12.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards night!!</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day of school...&lt;div&gt;And awards night was FANTASTIC!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved every moment of it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I didn't manage to get what I wanted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its good nite! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-8654681832182300166?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/8654681832182300166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=8654681832182300166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8654681832182300166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/8654681832182300166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/11/awards-night.html' title='Awards night!!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-1033983703442748571</id><published>2010-10-25T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:04:44.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a disappointment..but NOT FOR LONG!!!</title><content type='html'>Its 3 more weeks and it's gonna be awards day.&lt;div&gt;And nothing has been done by me. And the teachers are counting on me. It's flattering to know that they trusted me with so many responsibilities but at the same time its very very stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it is a critical time. But I HAD TO GET SICK! It almost seem like it became a ritual for me to get sick on important days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let's put that aside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking back on last week. I disappointed a lot of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to teach my friend how to play a song on guitar, but since my dad was waiting for me down at starbucks so I rushed down and it was almost 10.30 pm and getting late. So I broke my promise after she did me a huge favor herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a grade C on my vocal class, and it was so obvious that I'm the worst singer in class. I guess I expected it because of my lack of practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I skipped a dance class. So now I had to learn a new choreography. and I am a very slow learner which made me slow a beat and mess up the whole choreography. haizz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In composing class, I didn't do any homework and I couldn't come up with a new song for almost 3 weeks now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've let down all my teachers in Halo. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But worse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mess up almost all the things that I had to do in awards day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guitar strumming skills were horrible and I can't follow the rhythm. Which just dragged the whole band's practice time. Teachers were looking down and shaking their head with disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My script was done,  thanks to the help and cooperation with Lee Yen. But we only have 3 weeks left but we haven't start our first official rehearsal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video was coming to a progress but we didn't really start on the actual video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the choir.. I haven't even try to memorize the lyrics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not late to pull everything back together when everything is about to fall into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started picking up my guitar and kept practicing the strumming pattern with the guidance of my teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to practice my dance routine. (which is still a mess. but I'm gonna try.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm drilling my brain and making time to listen to every genre of songs to complete my composing assignment. Although still have no melody and influence in my head but I am slowly learning the theory and hopefully I can come up with my own piece by the end of today. (Well, it doesn't hurt to dream big.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't let down everyone who's counting on me. It's not time to look down. It's time to pull everything together when its so close to falling on the ground! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna TRY TRY TRY!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I LOVE MY LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-1033983703442748571?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/1033983703442748571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=1033983703442748571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1033983703442748571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1033983703442748571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-disappointmentbut-not-for-long.html' title='I&apos;m a disappointment..but NOT FOR LONG!!!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-9154025630860690250</id><published>2010-10-24T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T04:03:21.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love rainy days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know why but I just do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love the smell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love it when I look over to my window, I saw rain dripping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love how I don't have to turn on my AC and still feel the coldness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just love rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But thinking more about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;on the other hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rain is horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is one of the effects of global warming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When it rains, the homeless people will be cold and nearby the streets and wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When it rains, there will be traffic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When it rains, kids can't go out and play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it is already raining no matter how I try to complain about it, no matter how much people hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So what I'm trying to say its very simple... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things happens, and they don't always please you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But no matter how much you try to change it, IT IS ALREADY HAPPENING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So instead of using all your spare time to think about it or complain about it, why don't you try and stay calm and try to love what you have to deal with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-9154025630860690250?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/9154025630860690250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=9154025630860690250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/9154025630860690250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/9154025630860690250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-raining-again.html' title='It&apos;s raining again...'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-1005138825707349690</id><published>2010-10-22T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T09:08:58.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...I got that all out of a basketball...</title><content type='html'>So the thing is I have this fear for basketballs. You know what, just all types of balls. (and I don't mean it the perverted way.) Whether is basket ball, volley ball or soccer ball, I'm just really terrified of them. It was probably because of all my horrible experiences I've been through... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kindergarden, got hit by a basketball in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primary, got hit by a soccer ball right in the teeth. (besides all the dirt on the ball, i still can remember the taste of the blood.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Secondary, guess what, got hit again! By basketball on the lips while my friend was just passing it to me... Well, he probably threw harder than it should be thrown but I was also my clumsy self as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is I haven't have the courage to get near them in PE, but I have this sporty side of me (I didn't think I have one too, until today. heheh!) that always wanting to try. Since PE is usually surrounded with people playing which is what stopped me to try. So I tried to play it this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is Basket ball is actually really fun! I never really want to tell anyone this because then they would want me to play with them, which i'm not ready yet. And its not only the sports thats fun. I discovered something from playing today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran and bounce the ball up and down. Its like no matter how I hit it, it just goes up and down. there won't be a double times on the floor and still come up. See, our lives are like that, it was never stable, but if u try to hit it harder and put in more effort it will go up higher and higher. But there will still be a point when it will go down again in order to let it bounce up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then slowly I start to lose focus cause my mom's calling me from quite a distance away from me, as I try to balance and continue bouncing the ball while looking at my mom, the ball gets less bouncier and farther away from me. In the end, the ball stop bouncing and rolled on the ground to somewhere else. In the end, my mom went away and I had no idea what she called me for... In a weird way, this showed me that, if I loose focus on what's really the important things in my point of life right now, I would probably loose the thing that matters to you most, like my dreams.... If I start to loose focus and try to look to a farther and more out of reach things when i'm not ready, I'll end up loosing both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went and chase the ball... It just don't seem to fall and I thought it would stop at the big stain of the ground, it didn't. It passed by it and continue rolling to the piece of ground under the tree. See, you will never know where life takes us. U might expect it would take you to a really crappy place, but don't think too much, because it might be better than you thought. Your life rolls and rolls and eventually it will end up in a tall shady tree that is comfortable and suits you.. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might not be Miley Cyrus who fulfilled her dreams at the age of 15, but I know I'm heading somewhere. And I'm making preparations. Something big is waiting for me. All I have to do, is be patient. Because no matter how long it takes to let me achieve my dreams, if it was meant to be, I will end up being lead to a great success in the near future. So I have nothing to worry about and just focus. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I LOVE MY LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-1005138825707349690?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/1005138825707349690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=1005138825707349690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1005138825707349690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1005138825707349690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-that-all-out-of-basketball.html' title='...I got that all out of a basketball...'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5868212233738446244</id><published>2010-10-22T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:28:47.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a consistent person.</title><content type='html'>So like my blog, &lt;div&gt;I love to slack and procrastinate which I know its a really bad habit, but I still do it anyways... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whats even a worse habit is that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing things only about half way... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since young, I've learned a lot of things as my hobby... (supportive parents ^^) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballet, tap dance, er hu, drums.... and those are just the lessons I've quit this past 2 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I have to list EVERYTHING I've quit, it would be a long line of list that will guarantee to bore you to death.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let's not go that far, because I quit those for very reasonable excuses (hehe) But some things are just those simple ones that I can do but I don't. Well writing my blog is one of the examples, which still can't really be blamed because of these few busy upcoming events... (wow I really gotta stop making excuses even if its true...) But even the simplest thing, jogging! I don't even bother to wake up in the morning and exercise, which is just terrible and lazy of me... So I'm REALLY GONNA TRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I forced myself to wake up in the morning with the alarm. When my mom asked if I was sure if I wanted to go or not, I hesitated, and decided to go back to bed. But something just doesn't feel right, so at the last minute I pulled myself together and quickly change in the mostly simple t-shirt wit my PJ pants and rush out to catch my parents before they leave for the door. And boy! I made a good choice of going jogging coz I sweat a lot and had a great time, I even got more energetic. Feels good to exercise in the morning and just take deep fresh air in the park 7.00 am in the morning... which is when the sun just woke up but still lazy to come up but slowly climbing up the surface. It was a great. I am probably gonna do it tomorrow, but since I have a feeling I would sore myself for my dance class tomorrow, I don't think it's such a good idea.... heheh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am goona change my bad habits of being not consistent and my bad habit of slacking a lot. U'LL SEE!!! HEHE! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5868212233738446244?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5868212233738446244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5868212233738446244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5868212233738446244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5868212233738446244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-not-consistent-person.html' title='I am not a consistent person.'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-2787138740705381023</id><published>2010-10-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:16:48.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna try my best to get my blog filled!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't write in such a long time... And honestly, i love blogging, just that I never have enough time to do it..  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Most of my free time are all hugely occupied with a bunch of movies and tv series i've been longing to watch... But no choice, movies are still my first priority... HEHHE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been reading a lot of my friends' blogs and they had inspired me to write more. Plus, making this a habit would help me write more naturally and easily in my compositions I guess. So I'm gonna TRY to write everyday... which I doubt that it would be possible with the tight schedule I'm just TRYING to keep up with... But hopefully at least once a week.... Well I always say that, and in the end, 90% chance it would fail. So I really hope I can do it this time!!!! YAY! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-2787138740705381023?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/2787138740705381023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=2787138740705381023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2787138740705381023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2787138740705381023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-gonna-try-my-best-to-get-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;m gonna try my best to get my blog filled!!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-2565422145298040682</id><published>2010-09-28T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T04:11:24.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best 4 months of my 2010!</title><content type='html'>As I was sitting on the car, Red FM played the song "Kissin' U" by Miranda Cosgrove.&lt;div&gt;It was because of this song, I got the amazing opportunity to get into Halo Forest training class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all begins with this song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered the day like it just happened yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 judges...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the 8th contestant to audition on May 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a very blur image, because I didn't have my glasses on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I also remembered being overjoyed when I got the news that I was selected...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so happy 'till I cried in school, while I was taking my exam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 months later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found myself standing proud, sharing a beautiful stage with a lot of talented people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people had meant the whole world to me, even though I only knew them for 4 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the concert was ending..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the dressing room... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking pictures with my team mates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt my eyes turning wet... But I held back my tears..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the final moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were announcing the people that are chosen to stay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked over at my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it but wondering what I will do now every weekend, without seeing their friendly faces... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment, I couldn't hold it any longer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ruined the make up. It ruined the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I will miss them sooooo much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All our laughters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     jokes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     memories we had bullying others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's all in our past, and we have to move on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so 9/10, our celebration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's enjoy our last day of togetherness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish it and forever keep it in our hearts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See U all next round. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-2565422145298040682?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/2565422145298040682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=2565422145298040682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2565422145298040682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2565422145298040682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-4-months-of-my-2010.html' title='The best 4 months of my 2010!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-1617681072460969173</id><published>2010-09-27T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:54:09.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>海螺森林非常演唱会 Halo Forest Very Idol Concert 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCvgOJamiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/x_rj8zeJLB4/s1600/DSC_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCvgOJamiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/x_rj8zeJLB4/s400/DSC_0917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521606111244491298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We graduated!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCvfnO4XCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p8qcshKs0ho/s1600/DSC_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCvfnO4XCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p8qcshKs0ho/s400/DSC_0827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521606100798430242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jac Kie and I singing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCvfYp5czI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_gQ8vXnGhs/s1600/DSC_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCvfYp5czI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_gQ8vXnGhs/s400/DSC_0816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521606096885216050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my supportive group of friends...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCvexE8-LI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a5A_HfHaR98/s1600/23092010990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCvexE8-LI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a5A_HfHaR98/s400/23092010990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521606086261274802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our dressing room.... ehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCveefpi-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/s-esE68g774/s1600/20092010957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCveefpi-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/s-esE68g774/s400/20092010957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521606081272974306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My backstage pass..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience and a huge honor for getting a chance to be a part of this concert. I've met many talented people and my seniors in the 1st Very Idol Season. I've learned a lot and I know I will I have more chances like this if I keep on chasing my dreams. Thank you Halo Forest for giving me this opportunity! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-1617681072460969173?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/1617681072460969173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=1617681072460969173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1617681072460969173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1617681072460969173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/09/halo-forest-very-idol-concert-2010.html' title='海螺森林非常演唱会 Halo Forest Very Idol Concert 2010!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TKCvgOJamiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/x_rj8zeJLB4/s72-c/DSC_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-3164221109211318448</id><published>2010-09-10T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:25:00.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of September...</title><content type='html'>In just a blink of an eye, the four months in Halo Forest is almost over..&lt;div&gt;Now everyone is rushing for preparing for the big concert in Genting at 26th of September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really looking forward to the concert and the whole experience but at the same time I don't wanna leave my friends. Every weekend, we meet up and had an amazing time together... After the whole process is over, i have no idea what I would do without seeing them every weekend... I'm really gonna miss them.... T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did this photo shoot in Lot 10 (not sure if I spell this correctly or not...hehe!) with Joey and Denny for their website. I had a great time, but at the same time I realize that walking around taking photos are not as easy as it seems. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have to thank them for the amazing experience and the chance of being on their website. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbhEmPr9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/BfoKXG1ftWI/s1600/10090511109eba46369b7f5d94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbhEmPr9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/BfoKXG1ftWI/s400/10090511109eba46369b7f5d94.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515532423629090770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbgd07RiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WfRmpQCeU2Y/s1600/1009051110b8b69bb9e9cf5584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbgd07RiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WfRmpQCeU2Y/s400/1009051110b8b69bb9e9cf5584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515532413221684770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbgN1pM1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aCiiL3KbukQ/s1600/10090511108f9f201d88b0b990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbgN1pM1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aCiiL3KbukQ/s400/10090511108f9f201d88b0b990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515532408929727314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbfu4VwFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YKBfguLGXiE/s1600/1009051110a0e01e4d022352e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbfu4VwFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YKBfguLGXiE/s400/1009051110a0e01e4d022352e0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515532400619536466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbhiYO08I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3Gf4WCOWEw4/s1600/1009051111217d3a29cf39bbb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbhiYO08I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3Gf4WCOWEw4/s400/1009051111217d3a29cf39bbb6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515532431623377858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more log on to 1news.my&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-3164221109211318448?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/3164221109211318448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=3164221109211318448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3164221109211318448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/3164221109211318448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/09/month-of-september.html' title='Month of September...'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/TIsbhEmPr9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/BfoKXG1ftWI/s72-c/10090511109eba46369b7f5d94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-4771676763756396141</id><published>2010-05-27T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:16:26.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flew by so fast... May of 2010</title><content type='html'>Tik tok...tik tok...&lt;div&gt;Everyday in school or at home or everywhere i go, feels like i'm just racing against time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like just yesterday it was the start of the year 2010. Now its already coming to the end of May!! Half year has already gone by!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of things happened since then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock Camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher's Day celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to my first concert in Genting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for my first audition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very excited for everything!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now i know I will have a very busy schedule coming ahead...but i still look forward to it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-4771676763756396141?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/4771676763756396141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=4771676763756396141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4771676763756396141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4771676763756396141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-flew-by-so-fast-may-of-2010.html' title='Time flew by so fast... May of 2010'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-1569840350426389588</id><published>2009-12-28T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:07:04.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicholas Tan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin S'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stella N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms Desy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stella AC'/><title type='text'>I CAN'T BELIEVE ITS ALL OVER!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>2009 has been the craziest year EVER!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a wild ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still vividly remember these few occasions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Saying goodbye to Mr. Ronald... Kinda feel sorry for not completing the group art project even thou Rency help me get into a 6 ppl group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Running around like crazy ppl wit half the class of rockefeller in GI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Crying with Tella, Jesline, and Val in my farewell party even though we don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mak, AC and Bul buying this expensive sushi keychain thing for 25.000!!! Juz for my farewell gift, even thou I never use it... (hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Going to school taking photos with ppl, and getting farewell gifts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piggy doll from Val,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"C" (stands for Crabs) necklace (thanx a lot btw, when everyone ask what does the 'C' stands for and when i say crab they always heard Crap. hahahaa! really thanx!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bag wit a duck from AC ( I think have sth else too but I forgot what! sorry!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dog doll from Nick tht he won from time zone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A singapore keychain from singapore.... ahhah! from Madjukie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 fancy and freakishly heavy pen from Kevin ( I love the boxes!!! hahaha! little more than the pen... hehehe! Thanx!!!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A notebook from Cheryl with all the encouragements in the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A photo frame wit a dinosaur which i think its from Jesline or Elvira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a paper wit the writing tht says "try to smile no matter what, just try" I know thts not a present, but to me it is.... thanx! and also a video of the farewell h.o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dito throwing a basket ball in front of me during Ms Desy's science experiment in the parking lot, coz i'm too dumb n slow to catch it. I cried like a baby even thou it didnt hurt at all, juz coz of my fear of balls. (hahahaha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rency, natalia n I went to fitness on our laz day of school. and I suddenly jump and down coz I juz realize that its the laz day of school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Having pizza in rency's room for our supper. ahhaahah! which is like a huge pizza wit garlic bread.... (the reason why we r so fat.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-having walk around the class to ask ppl to sign my scrapbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't come back!" From Yos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh, Balik Malaysia!" From Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOO BAD! I WENT BACK ANYWAY!!! HAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Forgetting dance moves and Ci Dorena have to teach me one on one. coz im so dumb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ci Felicia teach me one on one in the parking lot...again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ci Claudia break down the dance moves for me one by one... and i followed her, and after 2 minutes, I forgot everything!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ci Jennifer teacher me 1 on 1 in Ci Felicia's hse....AGAIN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Going to a mall to perform. and theres a problem with the size of the stage. But Ci Nadia stay calm and resolve it! That's so AMAZING! If i'm here, i'll give up performing by then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ci Claudia took me riding a taxi to go home, tht was the first time i ever ride a taxi in Jakarta.... and i've been there for 4 years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yolie, Alice, Rency and i hang out at puri mall. Even though they were suppose to go home at 5 then they begged to postponed wit their parents to let them stay. Until 9.30 pm!!! we had dinner together n a weird couple was staring at us so we stare at them back! hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best hang outs EVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all those is only the first half of my 2009!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-1569840350426389588?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/1569840350426389588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=1569840350426389588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1569840350426389588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1569840350426389588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-believe-its-all-over.html' title='I CAN&apos;T BELIEVE ITS ALL OVER!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-5733050283140156824</id><published>2009-11-22T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:53:35.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month of October. Pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time flew by us once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lot has been going on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mummy's shop finally open up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SwoTsGRCFcI/AAAAAAAAADc/D6VHzcuNGps/s1600/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SwoTsGRCFcI/AAAAAAAAADc/D6VHzcuNGps/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407155950928926146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum class is over.... :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SwoUWwSzNWI/AAAAAAAAADk/PeDM0UyJwT4/s1600/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SwoUWwSzNWI/AAAAAAAAADk/PeDM0UyJwT4/s400/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407156683765134690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene's 10th birthday!!!!! :D woot!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SwoUqwcHlrI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gh6cOiq2mgw/s1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SwoUqwcHlrI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gh6cOiq2mgw/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407157027401602738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Last but not least.....&lt;div&gt;Got 1st prize in the Talent show!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SwoVEgduYSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UV3xTRP-X3Q/s1600/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SwoVEgduYSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UV3xTRP-X3Q/s400/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407157469789970722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a month!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-5733050283140156824?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/5733050283140156824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=5733050283140156824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5733050283140156824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/5733050283140156824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-october-pictures.html' title='The Month of October. Pictures....'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SwoTsGRCFcI/AAAAAAAAADc/D6VHzcuNGps/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-2826329773797710948</id><published>2009-08-26T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:18:14.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27/8/09 I haven't wrote in a while....</title><content type='html'>so........Lots of things happened and i juz don feel like writing it down....n now since im free...here i go talking to myself again...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I juz slept for a total of 17 hours. (Yup i counted.) And im a mess....Who cares??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So camping was fun and really tiring. but still fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this camping trip, I expected nothing. Like blank. B4 I went to the camping trip, I don't even wanna expect anything, coz I may be too disappointed if it was not as much fun as it would be in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im proud of myself after the camp. Even though I sucked. haha! (seriously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I m proud coz I didn't quit. at all. Even though in my head was full of excuses....seriously a lot. but i don wanna say it out. I finished what i was suppose to do. i didn't quit even though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was making a fool out of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was seriously exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the camp just for one thing. That is to gain experiences. And I did it. Even though I didn't want to (some of it...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would finish any of the activities given if I was not forced to. But I did it. i breakthrough like the camp's theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished rock climbing even though i didn't want to. Samantha n I make it out of the water during kayaking even though i was planning to quit. And Im so proud tht i didn't vomit during the morning jog even though I really really want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This camp reminded me a lot of the sec 1 orientation. I missed it so much even though at tht moment I really wanna kill everyone who organize the orientation (hahahah! kidding) But actually the orientation is just like a tiny scratch compared to Breakthrough.... breakthrough is a lot tougher. but orientation was sooo much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt a lot of games from this camp tht i cant wait to share wit my best fren. I also bond wit the people in the camp. And the camp brought us a lot closer... I was kinda sad tht my best fren wasn't here with me. But I am so happy coz my team never blame me for our lost, even though it was all my fault. I was very angry at myself for being so weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teachers are great help! Teacher cheng gives us mercy and trained us really well. Teacher Cindy and teacher Doreen really are like my mother through the camp. And uncle Casey is very kind and helpful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fav part of the camp is going to the waterfall... The water felt so good and cold. I wanted to swim so badly!!! I missed my old swimming pool back in TA. I promise myself I would swim as many times as possible when I went back to Indo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-2826329773797710948?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/2826329773797710948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=2826329773797710948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2826329773797710948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2826329773797710948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/08/27809-i-havent-wrote-in-while.html' title='27/8/09 I haven&apos;t wrote in a while....'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7890924491691555741</id><published>2009-07-13T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:10:19.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13/7/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's been a while since I wrote in my blog...and since I have nothing to do and Belgia is now writing her blog too...so I will write one too! (Btw,if belgia is reading this,I don care i'm following u...hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ok recent stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Laz week was the best!!! I wrote lots of new songs....Bought a new guitar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Bought boyz over flowers...Is it really tht good??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Found out that so many BBS students have youtubes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Made a twitter but have no idea how to use it! ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;http://twitter.com/3unhps ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Future stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1.This thursday, we are having a class field trip to Mont Kiara! (yay!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2.This week have dream idol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Things happened b4 I wrote this blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Visit to Jakarta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It was SOOO much fun! But I didn't get to do lots of stuff except for seeing my 2 best frenz in the whole world n sleepover there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Rency was still her same old self...Well duh! Its only been a month... I sleepover at her hse for 3 nights until she was already bored of looking at me...hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I also get to sleepover at Belgia's and meet her mom.Her mom is great! She was so kind and so much fun! Althou it was kinda me n Belgia's sleepover but it felt like its "Me,Belgia and Belgia's mom's sleepover" haha! And she recommended me to a lot of new korean series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I also got to finally hang out with my 2 best frenz together! We went to Rency's hse and did a little "drama" hahaa! And after that Rency's mom brought us to Pancious.And I got to have my first pancake! (which was horrible!) hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I got to swim too! I miss the feeling so much!!! I wanna swim again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Back to BBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Everyone was not friendly! hahaha! No seriously! Except Bul, Lip2 and ya thts it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nothing much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Started skul for a month already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Everything was ok...But we got a new teacher which is the host of dream idol...It kinda feels like having Ryan Seacrest as ur teacher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So thts it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7890924491691555741?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7890924491691555741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7890924491691555741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7890924491691555741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7890924491691555741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/07/13709.html' title='13/7/09'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-4751875480021598275</id><published>2009-05-31T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:48:49.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28/5/09-1/6/09</title><content type='html'>Yay! Tomoro go back to Jak! So excited! But I am still sad that I'm gonna miss the Rock Camp!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clazz outing! I've been looking forward to that so long! We went to Leisure Mall and watch Night At The Museum (which is so funny! the trailer wasn't funny enough!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch at Big Mc! Its too hard to order if u can't speak Malay...Boy2 n I took forever to order until Teacher Ivonne shows up to help us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mau Set ke?" Mc counter person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"huh?" boy n i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"mau set ke? Set 1 ada.......bla bla bla" Mc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Apa???"us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"mau order apa??" Mc &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"um...satu chickne burger,fish burger,french fries......"us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ok. Mau set ke? itu lebih murah" Mc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"tak..."us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"tapi.......(don understand)" Mc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"huh?" us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What do u guyz want to eat? U want set or no set?" teacher Ivonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no...Coz the set is too big for us to finish"us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"tak mau set......." teacher Ivonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"bla bla bla" Mc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"but if u order.....(forgot what teacher says...)"teacher Ivonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"um I think we will just order whatever that I can afford..." Me (too tired to argue)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats how we end up wit 2 large french fries,two soda!! But at least i have enough money to pay for it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laz day of skul!!! yay! I was late for piano lesson...again...Forgot...again... So we r suppose to go back to penang but my parents have meeting so we cancelled but my grandma is coming instead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as promised, daddy bring us for shopping in Time Square which boy2 hates...A LOT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time square is surrounded wit clothes! N I found myself a shopaholic which is so not good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So We went to this little boutique which is so classy n expensive....But mummy chose a lot for me to try on which is weird coz she havent done that for a LONG time! Its so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end up buying lots of clothes! Can't wait to wear it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that,since mummy really feels like going for a foot massage, we went for it! It has a fish eating spa? I dunno what its called but its for u to put ur legs in it then, the fished in it will start eating ur dirty skin. Boy2 n I went for a try...Its ticklish but not painful at all...I got more fishes eating in my foot coz it says the dirtier the better! hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went for a "supper/dinner" since we forgot to have our dinner...hahaha! Its durian-tastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We brought daddy,ama,aunty,n my 2 little cousins to watch Dream Idol held in our skul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B4 it start I hang out wit Elizabeth downstairs in the mall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as usual...sitting beside my frenz can make ur ears deaf...especially when they r using whistle...My frenz r really loyal fans to Zen rou.They shouted n clapped so loudly everytime Zen Rou appears....wow! They even made banner n its really cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SiNnDjHpT1I/AAAAAAAAADM/OK6cNHvT9OE/s1600-h/new+skul+new+frenz+(44).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SiNnDjHpT1I/AAAAAAAAADM/OK6cNHvT9OE/s320/new+skul+new+frenz+(44).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342226893656117074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SiNnZ5gtswI/AAAAAAAAADU/8T7HBNZGyJ0/s1600-h/new+skul+new+frenz+(43).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SiNnZ5gtswI/AAAAAAAAADU/8T7HBNZGyJ0/s320/new+skul+new+frenz+(43).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342227277623964418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;such supportive fans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the voting means 20% of the score and its obvious because the ones are safe went to being in the PK...I was so upset not being able to watch it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy brought ama,aunt,cousins n us to Pavilian n shopped but there's nothing much so we just eat there.I went for a Sour Sally Hunt but there's no sour sally here! :(( We found JCO but apparently they don't even know J.Cool existed! So we decided to be more patient n wait till tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to do so I'm writing my blog! hahaha! While packing n hearing new songs from the new Malaysian singer-Reino (One of the Dream Idol judges)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-4751875480021598275?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/4751875480021598275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=4751875480021598275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4751875480021598275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/4751875480021598275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/05/10609.html' title='28/5/09-1/6/09'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/SiNnDjHpT1I/AAAAAAAAADM/OK6cNHvT9OE/s72-c/new+skul+new+frenz+(44).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-6407102308923925927</id><published>2009-05-24T02:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:52:39.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in church!</title><content type='html'>"oh its just 10 o'clock I can still sleep more..." I thought while looking at the clock...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wait...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"10 o'clock!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shouted!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"AAAAAA!!!! mummy! we are late!!"I shouted out of the bed...haahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy was still cooking, she remembers but didn't want to wake me up coz she wanted to train me to be more independent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't fake, today don't have skul..." Boy2 say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"today have church!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh...i don't really want to go..." boy2 said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I rush him to hurry and got scolded by mummy...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really thankful to Elizabeth coz she waited me for an hour! hahaha! I was so late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church was really fun! And I made lotz of new frenz...The pastor explain about love and I understand about it more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elizabeth keep translating it to english like I don understand chinese!! I felt so insulted!! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church we go down for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/ShkZATMmswI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VE0KNKixGjQ/s320/Real+life+image!257.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339326326168269570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy today go for blood donation.She is not afraid but we r...hahaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/ShkcYHEOOGI/AAAAAAAAADE/_vFWGPgvwDw/s1600-h/Real+life+image!246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/ShkcYHEOOGI/AAAAAAAAADE/_vFWGPgvwDw/s320/Real+life+image!246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339330033763629154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;mummy's new fren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep thinking I don't understand chinese! Especially Elizabeth n Ernest!  :'( so sad... n insulted!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for the blood donation, i got really bored so walk around in circles...hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess thats it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomoro daddy come back!! Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really feel like swimming and I really miss my guitar!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I juz know the meaning of "damn" in chinese! Its a bad word!! AAAAA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juz starting to revise for my LPT tests! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24/5/09 Sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-6407102308923925927?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/6407102308923925927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=6407102308923925927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6407102308923925927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/6407102308923925927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-in-church.html' title='First day in church!'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3UlhFKYpuY/ShkZATMmswI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VE0KNKixGjQ/s72-c/Real+life+image!257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-1882181801450593772</id><published>2009-05-22T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:33:39.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22/05/09</title><content type='html'>Lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch in TARC is never peaceful&lt;br /&gt;Lunch in TARC is nosier than Pasar Malam&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is the time where everyone loves the skinny people&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is really never peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in chapel, we learned a new song,In his time. Its a beautiful song...Pastor Cassie lead us in singing the song and the girls have to repeat singing it coz the boyz dunno how to sing...hahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After skul I rush to Keyboard lesson I laughed more than I learn...Jia En jie jie is hillarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for the upcoming events!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-church service&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Daddy comes back&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-band practice&lt;br /&gt;thursday-class outing&lt;br /&gt;friday-back to Penang!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday n sunday-Dream Idol&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-back to Jakarta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;I got three LPT test on Monday so hopefully I pass all and got three new books!&lt;br /&gt;Almost reach star maths!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-1882181801450593772?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/1882181801450593772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=1882181801450593772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1882181801450593772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/1882181801450593772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/05/220509.html' title='22/05/09'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7304816316440493309</id><published>2009-05-20T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:39:12.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20/5/09</title><content type='html'>Today at skul was really fun! I am starting to know everyone better! The guyz r not so shy around me anymore! They talk to me a lot now. As for the girlz, we are like we have known each other our whole life now...I am even closer than some of my frenz in BBS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Elizabeth showed me her piano solo, she made it herself n its really nice! So I showed her my own original song.She likes it too...And She invited me to join her band with the girls in my class... They already made a total of 3 songs...And they are all Chinese Christian songs, they even sang to the orphanage for church service.I joined the band n I am sooo excited for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me the story of Jesus.And more things about Christian...After that, she invited me to Church service on Sunday. I agreed to go, maybe I can make more frenz there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do u think u will pass ur maths exam?" Ms. Elaine asked...&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..." I guessed...&lt;br /&gt;"I like ur self confidence! hahahaaha! U got 89%!" Ms Elaine said...&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaha!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to pass since the passing mark is 80! hahaha! Luckily I don have to erase the whole thing like bible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Hope I do the same for EL.... If I continue being this fast, I will be able to graduate at 17!! hahaaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7304816316440493309?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7304816316440493309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7304816316440493309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7304816316440493309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7304816316440493309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/05/20509.html' title='20/5/09'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-7200065966768310166</id><published>2009-05-18T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:47:02.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18/05/09</title><content type='html'>Today in assembly, Ms Elaine talked about Swine Flu n how it is already spread in malaysia. And she also congratz us for getting 2 medals in the Sports day. As a reward, we got skip school on thursday n go to Leisure mall for an outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she asked us to each make a prayer n pray to god with a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed with Elizabeth. She prayed first. then when its my turn, I got so nervous and my hands sweat a lot. She encouraged me to try it even though I dunno how to pray. But at last i made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear god,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray for the people who have suffered for Swine Flu,&lt;br /&gt;Please bless them and accompany them by their side,&lt;br /&gt;We pray for the people who haven't get Swine Flu,&lt;br /&gt;Please help them to prevent from getting Swine Flu.&lt;br /&gt;We hope u bless us and the people we love,&lt;br /&gt;for a healthy body.&lt;br /&gt;Hope u bless the people who suffered,&lt;br /&gt;please comfort them and let them be happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;thank you god,&lt;br /&gt;In the Jesus name we pray,&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its not good but I will improve if I pray more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I failed my LPT test and ALT test, I have to erase the whole book and re-do again! Luckily it was bible, so its easy, if its maths, I'm gonna die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to countdown the days to go back to Jakarta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz 15 days to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-7200065966768310166?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/7200065966768310166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=7200065966768310166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7200065966768310166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/7200065966768310166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/05/180509.html' title='18/05/09'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1857984521007252986.post-2853349500747469815</id><published>2009-05-18T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:43:18.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home-schooling...</title><content type='html'>i really wanted to try home-schooling since I know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home-schooling is nothing like what I've imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home-schooling doesn't mean u can't stay at home and study.Home-schooling still have to go to skul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i don't think home-schooling is for everyone, it depends on their ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home-schooling is studying by urself. If u have any queries u can ask the teacher but for everything, u do urself, test,homework,scoring n experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Home-schooling because it is really flexible, it teaches me time management n goal setting n it also helps me become independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home-schooling can be really fun also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we r juz like a small center, we r always together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, teacher will occasionally set an outing for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Home-schooling can be really strict too like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't finish 3 goals b4 lunch, we have to cut our lunch time. So most of us concentrate really hard since we r all really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't finish all the goals for at least 3 days, we get detention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I love home-schooling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1857984521007252986-2853349500747469815?l=3unhps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/feeds/2853349500747469815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1857984521007252986&amp;postID=2853349500747469815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2853349500747469815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1857984521007252986/posts/default/2853349500747469815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3unhps.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-schooling.html' title='Home-schooling...'/><author><name>3unhps</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkcq_d8GH7I/TcqcnATdiuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Ks6dnm3LTA/s220/16092010930.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
