<?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-8168179953285131286</id><updated>2011-08-02T11:01:47.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she listens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-7089928321616022557</id><published>2009-11-11T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:03:43.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post so that I get to procrastinate studying...</title><content type='html'>Hard to digest, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it's coming out of Wei Vern's mouth - the girl who has 'triple dose of steroids' that infallibly slogs through the night and early morning, studying for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was never THIS last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, considering the NOISE I hear from next door, I think my poor progress is quite excusable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if my neighbour is doing it on purpose or not, but I find it rude and and inconsiderate if someone blasts Rihanna's "Disturbia" on their speakers at 10.30am in the morning when clearly, it's the exam season.  All tenants are students, btw, if I haven;t mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to study, okay, I was cramming before my paper this afternoon which was at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, hold it.  Don't click your tongue at me just yet.  It's not because I was impatient.  I was already very accommodating and patient these past month.  Yes, MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what kind of alarm clock my neighbour has that it blasts one of Ne-yo's songs with a thumping beat at 9.30am every morning without fail.  Goodness, I could feel the vibration of the beat through the walls.  Not to mention, I occasionally hear irritating high-pitched squeals from across the wall (which I don't think belongs to the actual occupant) every evening around 8-9pm and late night 11-12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one doesn't realise that one's music can be another's noise, so I patiently bore with it.  It was not too bad, really, quite gotten used to the fact that he listens to his lecture recordings on speaker at 2am (I can hear word for word...I might consider doing a double degree without attending lectures), the alarm rings, and occasional blasts of music...but today was the peak!! My head hurt...It's one of my pet peeves...I can't stand vibration.  I am not exaggerating.  I can hear "Disturbia" in the hallway even when I was 5 metres away from the said occupant's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just this one neighbour.  The OTHER neighbour doesn't realise that her door slams violently and makes my wall shake when she leaves her door to shut itself.   So, imagine when one goes in and out of one's room when preparing yourself in the morning...yes, 6 consecutive door slams in the morning and another six at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's the downstairs door.  The upstairs, where our rooms are, are separated from downstairs common kitchen and lounge by a door which supposedly should shut by itself, QUIETLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't anymore.  It SLAMS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my floor vibrates.  Imagine all other 27 occupants of this hostel going up and down the stairs every hour during the day, to make lunch, breakfast, dinner, SUPPER, or anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the slamming just continues.  Well, I've managed to avoid them by studying late at night where the slamming ceases...but now, it's still the same.  Apparently, everybody here sleepwalks up and down the stairs from 1am - 6am.  *Unless it has excaped your notice, I'm dripping with sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SOMEBODY commented, "You shouldn't be worried at all NOW.  It's too late to study anymore.  You should have studied earlier....etc, etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, "Who's fault is THAT???!!! that I can't finish studying, huh???"  Fix the damn doors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes every ounce of self-control to not open my door and yell "Shut Up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the slamming is driving me completely out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-7089928321616022557?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7089928321616022557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=7089928321616022557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7089928321616022557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7089928321616022557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-post-so-that-i-get-to.html' title='random post so that I get to procrastinate studying...'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-8811138347477403896</id><published>2009-10-10T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T03:10:41.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened during mid-sem break</title><content type='html'>hectic 2 weeks, i tell you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find time for myself...every little free time I've had, I used it to sleep................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I did go around a bit, only once.  with my hostelmates.  They're awesome.  I haven't had so much fun for a long while and they make things enjoyable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we went crabbing on 26th sept...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBTa2e4oII/AAAAAAAAAIo/YE4WpgstRW4/s1600-h/8119_144442481446_581701446_3101632_3455209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBTa2e4oII/AAAAAAAAAIo/YE4WpgstRW4/s320/8119_144442481446_581701446_3101632_3455209_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390900474729242754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is Fish throwing out the trap out to sea at Henley beach&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBTvuTa9kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NofVaeOpP74/s1600-h/8119_144442496446_581701446_3101635_264213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBTvuTa9kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NofVaeOpP74/s320/8119_144442496446_581701446_3101635_264213_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390900833310930498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me pulling it up but all we caught was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBUAWZLh5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/e9O6izxF33s/s1600-h/8119_144442596446_581701446_3101653_4948937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBUAWZLh5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/e9O6izxF33s/s320/8119_144442596446_581701446_3101653_4948937_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390901118950410130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seaweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBUZwrck2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/UaLY0KSFUEE/s1600-h/8119_144442686446_581701446_3101670_1581511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBUZwrck2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/UaLY0KSFUEE/s320/8119_144442686446_581701446_3101670_1581511_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390901555503076194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was horribly windy and cold that day.  Look at us, wrapped up and bracing ourselves against the wind.  It felt like it was going to blow me off the ground.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBWk5d-RtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rX__PJDfFc4/s1600-h/8119_144442706446_581701446_3101673_4901278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBWk5d-RtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rX__PJDfFc4/s320/8119_144442706446_581701446_3101673_4901278_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390903945864300242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet my hostelmates.&lt;/span&gt; (from top left clockwise: guy acting like idiot (Keith), girl in white (Hwee Sim), Pmela, Pee Ter, Yim Yin, girl in white beanie (Jennifer), me, Kenny, Shermayne and Fish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBXoTG428I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NCCP71cZJmM/s1600-h/8119_144442661446_581701446_3101666_979421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBXoTG428I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NCCP71cZJmM/s320/8119_144442661446_581701446_3101666_979421_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390905103798033346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;although weather was unfriendly, the scenery was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to treat ourselves to durian shake and Vietnamese beef special noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBYZ6khngI/AAAAAAAAAJY/h7MjJppU3Dc/s1600-h/8119_144442926446_581701446_3101710_5130325_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBYZ6khngI/AAAAAAAAAJY/h7MjJppU3Dc/s320/8119_144442926446_581701446_3101710_5130325_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390905956204912130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBYuIKl5bI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H6c-I2dMfek/s1600-h/8119_144442851446_581701446_3101698_1702372_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBYuIKl5bI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H6c-I2dMfek/s320/8119_144442851446_581701446_3101698_1702372_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390906303451620786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;check out the durian shake.  I miss Malaysian taste too much to critic it...2 thumbs up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to Mount Lofty to look at the aerial night-time view of the city.  I couldn't take a photo since my handphone camera can't take anyhing in the dark.  Unfortunately, none of my travel companions thought of taking one of the scenery.  It was truly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they remembered to take a picture of all of us squeezed in the mini-van, playing "Mafia" at the summit of a hill in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBaD6-15vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RLv0pv-RS0M/s1600-h/8119_144443141446_581701446_3101746_2633292_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBaD6-15vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RLv0pv-RS0M/s320/8119_144443141446_581701446_3101746_2633292_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390907777381426930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then, we went to get supper at an INDIAN mamak shop.  Yup, I couldn't believe my eyes either, but it was outside the city.  We ate the butter chicken curry and fish curry with their garlic naan.&lt;br /&gt;It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would ever get to taste authentic Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBdbRI-QUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6db9Lretdi0/s1600-h/8119_144443241446_581701446_3101763_6815447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBdbRI-QUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6db9Lretdi0/s320/8119_144443241446_581701446_3101763_6815447_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390911477001371970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-8811138347477403896?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8811138347477403896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=8811138347477403896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8811138347477403896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8811138347477403896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-happened-during-mid-sem-break.html' title='what happened during mid-sem break'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/StBTa2e4oII/AAAAAAAAAIo/YE4WpgstRW4/s72-c/8119_144442481446_581701446_3101632_3455209_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-7349507583282057769</id><published>2009-09-04T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:38:18.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie-mode</title><content type='html'>1.  Assignment due Friday&lt;br /&gt;2.  Assignment due Thursday&lt;br /&gt;3. Mid-term exam inr2 days&lt;br /&gt;4. Accounting online test in 1 week&lt;br /&gt;5. Stats mid-term online exam in 1 week&lt;br /&gt;6. International trade mid-terms next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Accounting assignment due in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooDEAD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up till 5.30 to type out a thesis for Shu Ning...Cause the scanned documents were way too big to email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I need LOADS of glucose recharge to keep me going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww..f****  update later.  got a haircut appointment with my client.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-7349507583282057769?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7349507583282057769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=7349507583282057769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7349507583282057769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7349507583282057769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/zombie-mode.html' title='zombie-mode'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-6939945740872143304</id><published>2009-08-18T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:52:56.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fren's Housewarming</title><content type='html'>Evon, Chiu Thang and Chai Ling moved into a new townhouse&lt;br /&gt;(After a lot of trouble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get use to the townhouse design, i mean the kitchen is on the second floor, bedrooms and toilet on the first floor and another bedroom is on the ground floor, in the garage.  the laundry area is not fit to be called laundry area, more like laundry corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they had a steamboat to congratulate themselves for a fine deal done (but i think it's because they just want to find reason to do something).  It was on last, last Friday.  I'm only talking about it now cuz I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Soq6ZcZz_1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zl6zivlMdfI/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Soq6ZcZz_1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zl6zivlMdfI/s320/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371310451876691794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;damn lot of stuff to eat leh........&lt;br /&gt;seriously, they stuffed me silly, and with ice-cream to boot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulla mint and chocolate chip ice-cream - OMG!  It's Heavenly!!  Must have again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty of indulgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've sort of worked them off by walking to campus everyday since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Soq_TqND_SI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ex8dMQIS9l8/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Soq_TqND_SI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ex8dMQIS9l8/s320/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371315850060234018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hilarious thing about us is that we played heart attack with a deck of cards and screamed ourselves silly.  I am no good at that game.  I kept losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest pain in the neck was Zhi Weng was neck and neck with me as to who is losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was GREAT in Bluff.  Too bad they became sore losers and didn't want to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I think the steamboat was more like a gathering to let off steam.  We kept discussing "points" on a certain &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Though, it did get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really understood much since the girls were chatting at high speed on a different wavelength.  Like they are on FM and I am on AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and his housemates and Jiun and her boyfriend were there too.  Great to see them in person.  Since they are WAY too busy people, we felt completely honored by their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jiun's coming over was a on-the-whim kinda thing...lol.  The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it was great to have them over.  Jiun kinda lighten the mood a little.  Joshua was a tad too, I would say, pissed.  But then again, I could understand why.  Still, no reason to get irritated but he was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; throughout  the night, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up chatting till 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.  My brain kinda shut down after 2 something...and I was trying really hard to stay awake to the point I got grumpy at myself for not being able to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.  I end up snoozing on Evon's couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Evon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for the lift, Joshua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh...not a word to my mum.  She'd kill me if she knew I stayed out so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao guys, will update tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-6939945740872143304?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6939945740872143304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=6939945740872143304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6939945740872143304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6939945740872143304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/frens-housewarming.html' title='Fren&apos;s Housewarming'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Soq6ZcZz_1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zl6zivlMdfI/s72-c/06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-9081145938561078080</id><published>2009-08-17T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:37:30.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I have been up to~</title><content type='html'>I'm not a frequent blogger.  That's an established fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, to blog everyday, or every half a day, signals that the person has no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I do have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last month&lt;/span&gt;: Been to Hahndorf and back again. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;End of July&lt;/span&gt;: Started semester&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Start of August:&lt;/span&gt;Scrimping because textbooks publishers are robbing us students&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;First week of August&lt;/span&gt;: Trying to get a hang of my subjects.  Going bonkers while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Second week of August&lt;/span&gt;: Met cute guy but then, found out that he already has a partner.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Third week of August&lt;/span&gt;: Became a shrink for several people.  Do I have a: "please let me help you look"? Watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This Week&lt;/span&gt;: Cooked my first beef noodle soup.  Woohoo! success!  Ate one of Jiun's &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;102 &lt;/span&gt;chocolate truffles.  Mmmm....The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolaty-iest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Things happening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine got engaged.  @.@&lt;br /&gt;*there are a lot of things I want to talk about because they are funny but I'm not allowed to.  Otherwise, I'll be terminated.&lt;br /&gt;My FE lectures are INTRIGUING.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My future plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink 1 cup of fresh milk for breakfast and lunch each day&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat sardines&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop eating supper too often&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Aiming for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Miss Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cute guy's scores.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get a part-time job (I've been rejected almost 20 times already. It's sad and pathetic, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleep earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my happiness this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Skip Beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chapter 144 is updated!  YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update tomorrow.  Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-9081145938561078080?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9081145938561078080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=9081145938561078080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/9081145938561078080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/9081145938561078080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-have-been-up-to.html' title='what I have been up to~'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-8702920936629864786</id><published>2009-07-25T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:30:45.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't take things for granted</title><content type='html'>Don't take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that may seem insignificant to you may be helpful to others.  So, share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with Patsy made me realised this.  I never knew that all the little things that I have experienced up till now could be useful anecdotes to people elsewhere who don't have the privilege to gain such insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she suggested that I should share them - through blogging!  Thank you, Patsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can once again enjoy writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now readers, start racking your brains.  Never think that your life is insignificant or boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SmsIPM93STI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NRv2MpAMspg/s1600-h/signpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SmsIPM93STI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NRv2MpAMspg/s320/signpost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362388838586468658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are important things happening in your life everyday that could be a signpost for others - a compass that helps in their own journey towards self development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even brief meaningless conversation over the dinner table with your father can turn into something illuminating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad used to say: "Learning is easy.  Just use all your five senses - sight, sound, touch, smell and taste.  What is difficult is noticing what to learn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, have never taken notice of words like these and have always taken them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never thought it was an anecdote.  Here I am, imparting to lucky random blog-strollers that happen to read this all-too-uninteresting-and-irregularly-updated blog.  For those, who gave up on me ever updating my blog or thought I have just let it died, well, your loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found a new purpose to update this blog of mine frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness gives birth to good ideas - Wei Vern (Vivian)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-8702920936629864786?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8702920936629864786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=8702920936629864786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8702920936629864786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8702920936629864786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-take-things-for-granted.html' title='Don&apos;t take things for granted'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SmsIPM93STI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NRv2MpAMspg/s72-c/signpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-1448962830770132845</id><published>2009-07-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:55:58.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and I'm back</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a long time since the Business Finance assignment but haha I kinda forgotten that I had a blog in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm finally updating it after my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals was scary.  For the third time in my life, I exponentially freaked out for an exam due to last-minute insufficient studying.  I know, I know I brought this on to myself.  All I can do now is pray to my lucky stars.  Oh Lady Luck, please let me pull through....*wishing sincerely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my dilemma with finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm pissed that I have not found casual employment yet.  I don't like sitting around doing nothing at all.  It's just not productive or ECONOMICAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REAL reason that I am pissed is I'm getting FATTER with every ticking second I spend motionless and aimless in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This REALLY pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go places.  No funds, though.  WTF.  I'm envious of these rich brats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if I can keep up the cheery, I'm-contented-and-not-troubled look any longer.  Fake people, fake smiles, fake courteousness is annoying me to no end!!!  If I'm not careful, I'll revert back to being that bad-tempered, rude, sharp-tongued little bitch I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.  Maybe not.  I can still smile and bite at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-1448962830770132845?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1448962830770132845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=1448962830770132845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1448962830770132845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1448962830770132845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-im-back.html' title='...and I&apos;m back'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-629180644712538440</id><published>2009-05-14T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:32:54.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking tired...</title><content type='html'>I've finally finished Business Finance assignment...and Law and Financial Accountin before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to study law today actually but I went down with a high fever...so, I'm taking a whole day break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.  I must take a break.  If not, I'll go nuts.  I don't know how many hours of sleep do I owe my body already...Probably more than 72 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired.  Will update later after I get myself recharged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-629180644712538440?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/629180644712538440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=629180644712538440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/629180644712538440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/629180644712538440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/freaking-tired.html' title='Freaking tired...'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-7748073979368340046</id><published>2009-05-12T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:09:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no idea what is going on....</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's baffling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute, she's nice and next...I don't even know how to describe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it me that made her angry?  I can feel the vibe coming from her, like:"You're never with us before, why are you here now?  Get lost!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I being overly sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just concerned since she's a good friend of mine.  I really don't want to be the cause that upsets my good friend.  My happiness is derived from making friends happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad making someone I care angry or sad.  It's even worse than owing somebody something.  (I don't like owing somebody money, favors, or just eating somebody's food.  It's been drilled into me as a kid.  The rationale is that other people had worked hard to earn that food for themselves and you're eating it???  It's hard to shake it off.  So, maybe this part of me kinda pissed her.)  I know, I'm probably worried over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should let it pass.  If all goes well, she'll talk to me again.  If not, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much I can do about it.  I won't force someone to talk to me if they don't want to.  Well, it's not like I've never been ignored before.  Always been insulted, belittled and snubbed all my life.  Having another one giving me the cold shoulder isn't something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that being said, I'm not exactly a people person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO wants to talk to a weak-willed, no-brain scaredy-cat like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-7748073979368340046?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7748073979368340046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=7748073979368340046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7748073979368340046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7748073979368340046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-no-idea-what-is-going-on.html' title='I have no idea what is going on....'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-1479802729537501688</id><published>2009-04-24T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:39:01.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God doesn't exist.</title><content type='html'>How I wish there are really supernatural heavenly deities in this world that help humankind to get through their hellish life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, reality sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither do angels or heaven's messenger and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die everyday.&lt;br /&gt;There are people being hurt everyday.&lt;br /&gt;People with bad intentions always exist.&lt;br /&gt;disease and sickness never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt and be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed by one after the other, meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;One day, you'll  just stop and say, "Hang on, why am I doing this again?"&lt;br /&gt;You'll end up like that if you're doing a job you hate everyday for the next 60 years of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life can be snuffed out like a candle's flame. &lt;br /&gt;Without notice.  Just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.  Pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wish is answered, let me know.  (Not little trifles like having 3 drops of rain falling from the sky, that is just daft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten times to one it will not be answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want saving, save yourself.  If you can't save yourself, that's too bad.  It's your life.&lt;br /&gt;Honesty, modesty, hard work, efficiency, respect, persistence, independence, kindness, compassion, resourcefulness, etc are values drilled into a child.  You don't need God to be taught this, you need parents or guardians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is to your making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell, are we letting some 'presence', that you don't even know exist, write your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want happiness, find it, work for it and make it yours.  Keep your friends.  Cherish them.  Love your family.  These are fundamental humane values, you don't need a God to teach you these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're unhappy or frustrated, it's most probably of your own doing.  YOU made a mistake somewhere.  It's up to you to find it yourself and make amends.  Grasping your palms together and murmuring a prayer will not solve things for you.  It's all about cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles don't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not God that make things happen.  It's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's us that made the world the way it is now.  You may disagree, but how long can you deny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-1479802729537501688?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1479802729537501688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=1479802729537501688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1479802729537501688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1479802729537501688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-doesnt-exist.html' title='God doesn&apos;t exist.'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-6194333206111144711</id><published>2009-04-18T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:06:05.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just let me complain a bit.  Don't read if u don't want to.  just wanna let it all out</title><content type='html'>As everybody knows, I disappeared the whole of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fyi, I was not on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a short excursion to Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my own hostelmates couldn't find me, let alone talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I practically became a hermit.  Just to finish my law assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished, I thought I was freed...until I remembered...OMG!  I F******* forgot all about the BF mid-term test! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through 24 hours without sleeping a wink.  Just to study.  And in the end, I couldn't do the test!!!  waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~~*sob* I know I'm an idiot.  But, I didn't expect my level of stupidity to have reached this level.  Out of 20 questions, I can only answer the theory questions.  I have no problems with those.  Took me only seconds after reading the question to grasp the answer.  but the calculations....I can't make head or tails out of it.  There were 7 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen to my marks???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "hantam" the answers.  No idea which is right or wrong.  Pick the closest ones to my answer which is about 20-50++ difference.  Some, I couldn't even get a figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a way to solve this.  It can't go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't even answer these, what about my career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way am I gonna get credit.  I want a HD or D at the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-6194333206111144711?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6194333206111144711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=6194333206111144711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6194333206111144711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6194333206111144711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-let-me-complain-bit-dont-read-if-u.html' title='just let me complain a bit.  Don&apos;t read if u don&apos;t want to.  just wanna let it all out'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-5515247000497417659</id><published>2009-03-28T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:55:58.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy</title><content type='html'>I guess I've been busy being moody, so all I've been posting about is how my world is crashing around me.  (It still is.)  I overlooked about all the good things so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the O'Hunt that I participated with my hostelmates.  They're awesome people btw.  O'Hunt is something like the Amazing Race except that we have to do everything on foot!  I think I lost a kilo running around the city during the hunt but I could barely walk after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc49oIlvQfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bQdoTTFsqAw/s1600-h/n846965262_6275511_1370320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc49oIlvQfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bQdoTTFsqAw/s320/n846965262_6275511_1370320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318255969680966130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc49zXfTCPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/74J4W6NKWtM/s1600-h/n846965262_6275519_1958530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc49zXfTCPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/74J4W6NKWtM/s320/n846965262_6275519_1958530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318256162659043570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had fun during the midnight birthday bashes at my hostel.  There were so many March babies.  First was Shermayne's then Fish's.  Both were incredibly awesome.  And the surprise plans...they rock!  We surprised Shermayne at her door.  Then, Fish had to hunt down all her shoes before getting rewarded with her birthday cake!  And her birthday cake was a wonderful combination of blueberry, Oreos and vanilla ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc4-582jtdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RsR-a_wdwmA/s1600-h/n705993042_1614280_2466441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc4-582jtdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RsR-a_wdwmA/s320/n705993042_1614280_2466441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318257375279560146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc4-_VNZSaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kV6hu_ER5UU/s1600-h/n705993042_1614291_5163364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc4-_VNZSaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kV6hu_ER5UU/s320/n705993042_1614291_5163364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318257467717142946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just tonight, we sorta organised a last-minute bash for Jennifer.  Happy Birthday, Jennifer!  Hope you like the cake and the card!  (you better like the cake; I had to expense all my strength lugging it back from one end of the city to another on foot!  My sweat is in there!  By late this morning, BOTH my arms will ache fit to make me scream.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really have to say, the icing on the cake was super sweet and...I dunno, don't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer's reaction tonight was priceless.  Patsy, thanks SOOO MUCH for the ingeneous birthday surprise plan!  Slipping a note under her door saying:  "Hey Jennifer, you know that we're gonna surprise you, so come downstairs."  was the best catch.  Patsy, you're a genius!  (Ok, for guys who are non-hostelmates of mine, we have a custom of celebrating birthdays in the kitchen which is downstairs; our rooms are upstairs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc5HrUZE8CI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5vSp1OFlHdU/s1600-h/my+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc5HrUZE8CI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5vSp1OFlHdU/s320/my+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267019504971810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were busy taking pictures and making noise in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc5Hw-yLtHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pqml3vIhJHg/s1600-h/that%27showmany+ppl+in+my+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc5Hw-yLtHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pqml3vIhJHg/s320/that%27showmany+ppl+in+my+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267116783907954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That shows how many people were actually in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till Jennifer reached downstairs and then creeped behind her at the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, broke into a birthday song.  LOL.  I simply LOVED that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc5IUOIqB6I/AAAAAAAAAII/m_sIOXuftdw/s1600-h/stairs5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc5IUOIqB6I/AAAAAAAAAII/m_sIOXuftdw/s320/stairs5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267722200123298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, it was hard to organize things.  This is my first.  I was surprised that everyone listened and coorperated.  I remembered trying to get all of 5E to coorperate3 years ago...it was like trying to push and elephant with your bare hands.  Here, WOW.  My hostelmates were awesome people.  Thanks, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to everybody to have lend a helping hand to make this a roaring success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patsy&lt;/span&gt; - thanks for the candle and the surprise plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt; - thanks for reminding us of Jenn's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt; - thanks for keeping Jenn busy throughout the whole day while we bought the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiao Hui&lt;/span&gt; - thanks for the awesome bakery recommendation.  Couldn't have gotten that incredulous cake without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mun Yi &amp;amp; Jia Yin&lt;/span&gt; - thanks for getting everyone together and being great support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline&lt;/span&gt; - Thanks for helping with the surprise.  Awesome brainstorming session!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny, Keith, Cheng Sin, Bao Sing, Moses, Justin, Fish, Hwee Sim, Shermayne, Pee Ter, Pei Lee, Pei Wen, Michelle&lt;/span&gt; - thanks for being there and making noise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-5515247000497417659?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5515247000497417659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=5515247000497417659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5515247000497417659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5515247000497417659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/Sc49oIlvQfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bQdoTTFsqAw/s72-c/n846965262_6275511_1370320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-7263054802571616825</id><published>2009-03-21T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:07:19.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Italian ~ o.O</title><content type='html'>In the last post, I kinda mentioned that I'm currently training at an Italian salon..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, scratch that.  It's a Lebanese salon - "Babylon Hairdressing", that's what's it's called.  The whole shop has a barber shop feel to it.  The owner who's training me now is a Lebanese, Sam and most of his customers are Lebanese and they ALL have the same style of hair.  =.="  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk about no creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairstyles they have are like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/ScZAI85-xyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hIyOZZWW4Dk/s1600-h/Family_Mar31-Apr2%2B2008-%2BMohawks,%2Bhole%2Bin%2Bwall,%2BMartini%27s%2Bbug%2B068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/ScZAI85-xyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hIyOZZWW4Dk/s320/Family_Mar31-Apr2%2B2008-%2BMohawks,%2Bhole%2Bin%2Bwall,%2BMartini%27s%2Bbug%2B068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316006932689897250" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Well, close.  Just imagine this mohawk hairstyle on adult Lebanese men with thick curly black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sam has been very kind to me.  He teaches me fast ways of cutting Western and Lebanese hairstyles (yeshh, I have to watch him cut about 3-4 mohawk heads a day.  Not to mention the friends of his are all big-sized, tatoo-ed and pierced here and there.  Throw in shaggy beards, thick eyebrows and piercing eyes.  They freaked me out.  When watching him, I stood 3 metres away from him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he cuts hair are A LOT faster than what Nick taught me back home.  I don't know if I can keep up.  His movements are way too fast.  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a 12-year-old son.  He's adorable.  Talkative too.  He keeps chatting with me.  Finds Chinese culture fascinating.  No, I think he's more fascinated that there's Chinese people that exists in anywhere besides China.  Sam and him thought that I was from China.  PLEASE...I don't have that Chinese-ed look, do I?  Oh, and he had a talking parrot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 other women hairdressers as well - an Italian, Nikki and Australian-Vietnamese, Polly.  Nikki is kind of stuck-up.  She's not very welcoming and thinks I'm trash.  She bullies me to do certain jobs for her.  Well, I can't really say no, I'm the new "hairdresser-in-training-who-may-be-kicked-out-if-I-can't-learn-Western-styles-in-52-hours."  Neither do I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly's nice.  She's very friendly.  Maybe I can connect with her better because she's of Asian decendent.  She's a PR here.  Her father is a Teochew and her mum  is a Vietnamese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really don't like is the long hours in the salon.  I train on Fridays 11am-7pm and Saturdays 10am-3pm.  Sure, they're not as long as those hours I've put in at SuperStyle back home.  SuperStyle was different.  the people there - Mike, May, Ah Tee, Eugene, Kelvin, Nick, Suki, Keith and Ming were like family.  They really accepted me into their circle and I was glad they did.  That's why I could spend a full day there; I was very comfortable.  I liked the atmosphere there, besides the fact it was in dinghy Summit.  This salon is different.  The atmosphere isn't as warm.  There's no "family feel" to it.  It's got a "I take care of my problem and you take care of yours" feel.  I just feel weird and uncomfortable there.  Every fifteen minutes, I'll be counting down the hours left to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss SuperStyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel emo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop blogging here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-7263054802571616825?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7263054802571616825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=7263054802571616825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7263054802571616825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7263054802571616825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-italian-oo.html' title='Not Italian ~ o.O'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/ScZAI85-xyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hIyOZZWW4Dk/s72-c/Family_Mar31-Apr2%2B2008-%2BMohawks,%2Bhole%2Bin%2Bwall,%2BMartini%27s%2Bbug%2B068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-8104695434302552971</id><published>2009-03-19T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:29:49.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Nectarines are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fan-tas-tic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats peaches.  The peaches here tastes WEIRD.  Or probably just those that grows in my landlord's garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for ppl back home who are reading this - nectarines is a cross-breed between peaches and plums but not so furry as peaches and more reddish like plums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/ScH4SQb3m-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/3T7GxpqUzUQ/s1600-h/200px-Nectarines_summer_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/ScH4SQb3m-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/3T7GxpqUzUQ/s320/200px-Nectarines_summer_2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314802027807087586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;image source:  wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm addicted to them.  The flesh has got a  chewy-crunchy feel to it.  Just like a pear.  (Not the yellow ones but the green ones XD).  Just the type of fruit that I like to eat.  (I love to munch)  I finished 7 within 3 days.  0.O  I know, it's a little over moderation.  I can't help it.  I simply LOVE them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian nectarines are simply awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's was just a rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that, to work here in Australia, you'd need a license for just about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitressing, coffee-making, hairdressing, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must things be SOO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;difficult &lt;/span&gt;here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asians are not very welcome here.  The local students completely ignore us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most employers have too many resumes to filter through.  So, first they separate them into '"Asians" and "Locals".  Then, ignore the "Asians" pile.  A friend's tutor told my friend that he just got really fed up with the level of written and spoken English that Asians have.  That's why he won't hire them.  Where's the justice here???  Not all of us are completely handicapped when it comes to English.  True, we can't speak in your accent, or use your slang, nor write literature but heck, I can speak better than most Chinese students (from East Asia) here.  (I've studied Australian high-school literature before and I'm a band 5 (NSW HSC) damn it!).  I'm starting to get terribly irritated with these Chinese students from China.  Apparently, former Chinese students who worked part-time here before were not civic-conscienced, had minimal moral values and bad English.  These so-called QUALIFIED GRADUATES caused a lot of trouble for their employers.  This gave a VERY bad impression of Asians to the locals.  Which is why I HATE those CHINESE IDIOTS that induced this prejudice among potential local employers.  They made my life DIFFICULT.  I can't get a job without a significant length of work experience or a license.  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have agreed with an Italian salon-owner to do a little of cleaning work at his salon on Fridays and Saturdays (13 hours) for free in return for his mentoring (he's not charging for his mentoring either) for a month.  Basically, I only watch and learn on Fridays.  If I can improve up to his standards within that time limit, I'm hired.  If not, I'll get the boot.  But, as long as I do haircuts, I'll get paid.  I hope I get the job.  I really do.  I'm scared.  The hairstyles here are different from what I'm used to.  To make matters worse, his salon specializes in men's haircuts.  O__O  It's my weakness.  How am I supposed to improve in  52 hours?  My hostelmates are telling me that I'm being taken advantage of, cheated, the whole nine yards.  Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not.  Please, not let it be the case.  The salon-owner looks like a really nice guy.  He was kind enough to let me watch him cut.  Although, I couldn't really follow his moves because his hand movements were really fast.  So, I subtituted those moves that I couldn't catch with some of my own.  I guess doing that didn't really gave a good impression of myself on him.  I did the best improvisation on the spot that I could! *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview was to try cutting his son's hair.  (his son is 10-years-oldwho loves parrots).  I did the slope with the shears a bit too high cuz I was using his method.  The outline wasn't as clean and straight as he liked it but he said it was passable.  That's how I am under training now (well, sort of). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like buying a new pair of new scissors to cut hair.  T.T  They don't sell it to public, only hairdressers....or anything hairstyling tools for that matter.  This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD, the East Asian students's English is quite catastrophic.  I can't understand ANYTHING they say AT ALL.  When they speak, every syllable is recited forcedfully as a word with missing "r", "s" and "t" sounds.  So-I-can-not-pos-si-bi-ly-com-pre-hend-what-they-are-say-ing-at-tu-to-ri-als.  To make it worse, they jerk off after every syllable, so it's an overbearing pain to try to process their speech.  ESPECIALLY in law tutes.  It's already a pain trying to decipher the message she's trying to get across the discussion table,I really don't need an extra pain trying to process her speech as well. &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/8168179953285131286-8104695434302552971?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8104695434302552971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=8104695434302552971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8104695434302552971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8104695434302552971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/ScH4SQb3m-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/3T7GxpqUzUQ/s72-c/200px-Nectarines_summer_2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-261506522305662682</id><published>2009-03-16T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:09:46.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT</title><content type='html'>I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated but a bunch of ppl.  Met people that I don't want to meet.  UGGH...It's SOO hard to plaster a smile on my face and keep it up there for a full 15 minutes when all I want to do is to tell them to buzz off and I walk off to somewhere more peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor's this morning.  But, couldn't get an appointment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I book an appointment?&lt;br /&gt;Nurse:  Nothing today.  Will 10.30 am tomorrow be alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind went like this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK????!!!!! &lt;/span&gt; The pain is already at, literally, an ear-splitting level and I have to wait a full 24 hour period???!!!  U have got to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kidding&lt;/span&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the usual me, just smiled and agreed and started a torturous torment of waiting with an earache that's so painful, I feel like want to scream.  All the while, thinking:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to tell ppl off when the need arises.  That's why I'm pissed at myself.  If I can find the words to be mean at my siblings back home, why can't I summon that skill to help myself in times of need like this?  I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have my law and accounting tute to do.  And I haven't progressed since 8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating myself even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-261506522305662682?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/261506522305662682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=261506522305662682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/261506522305662682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/261506522305662682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/shit.html' title='SHIT'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-3715194565447495204</id><published>2009-03-15T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T05:29:30.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The symptoms of an ear infection depend on the type but may include: &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earache &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mild deafness or the sensation that sound is muffled &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ear discharge &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fever &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headache &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loss of appetite &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Itchiness of the outer ear &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blisters on the outer ear or along the ear canal &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noises in the ear, such as buzzing or humming &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vertigo (loss of balance).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;source: http://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/BHCV2/BHCARTICLES.NSF/pages/Ear_infections?OpenDocument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All conditions:  CHECKED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have EAR INFECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it HURTS.  BADLY.   ~UUWAA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, of all times, here, now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo pissed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at the water supply here.  Gives me allergy outbreaks from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at my body system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at the food here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at the homework I have to do.  (Can't figure out how to do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at the cold wind.  It burns through my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut it short, I'm pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-3715194565447495204?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3715194565447495204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=3715194565447495204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/3715194565447495204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/3715194565447495204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/symptoms-of-ear-infection-depend-on.html' title=''/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-2217951959376619672</id><published>2009-03-14T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T05:44:57.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead beat!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm a step closer to my ideal weight....*dreams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hostelmates and I just participated in a scavenger hunt organised by a church here, Paradise Community Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story?  Don't participate in scavenger hunts.  They literally kill your legs.  And half your life-force is sucked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want to shed of a few kilos of that flabby tummy or the huge hips, then, by all means, JOIN.  (Minor side effects: blisters on feet and toes, sunburnt, parched, TOTALLY wiped out, swearing-proned)  Very healthy.  No doctor could deny it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least with this hunt on my "done list", I can proudly say, "I've survived a weight-loss-cum-self-taught-swearing-scavenger hunt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-2217951959376619672?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2217951959376619672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=2217951959376619672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2217951959376619672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2217951959376619672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-beat.html' title='Dead beat!'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-7626151168593973895</id><published>2009-03-14T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T05:23:46.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality test ~ ^^</title><content type='html'>I know, you might go like, "What??!! Another one??!! Purr-lease........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, this one is DAMN accurate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for my sister, I wouldn't knew this site existed.  It describes me down to a T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it: http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-7626151168593973895?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7626151168593973895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=7626151168593973895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7626151168593973895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7626151168593973895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-test.html' title='Personality test ~ ^^'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-1165804766890191602</id><published>2009-03-07T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:46:28.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog is NOT dead.</title><content type='html'>I may have neglected it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's definitely not dead.  I just don't have anything interesting to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than bore you with "what-I-cooked-for-dinner", I'd rather let it stay stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tiresome week.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I thought non-Malaysian lecturers would be awesome lecturers - but what do you know...out of 4, there's always one that makes you scratch your head and think, "what and where in the world is talking about?  CAN she stop MUMBLING???  This is a lecture!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 of my subjects are modified open book exams.  YES, open book - the hideous black omen of impending doom for any uni student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had sun, rain and wind alternately at intervals of 15-20 min for half the week.  I'm getting sick due to the sudden change in weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Trying to avoid a short annoying someone who's been stuck to me like a leech!  He's dense as well - and totally clueless.  Chirps away non-stop.  And his VOICE - is irritating the bejesus out of me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hostelmates that slam the doors in perfect harmony and run down the corridor - trying to recreate Five's "We Will Rock You" - at 6-7 am in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Created a disastrous dish with broccoli.  It tastes like ........*puke*(You get the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Being teased for being single.  (This is really starting to be a pain....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.........&lt;br /&gt;I hope this coming week will be a lot better than this week. &lt;br /&gt;Gtg.  I have to get started on my tutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the invention of public holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-1165804766890191602?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1165804766890191602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=1165804766890191602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1165804766890191602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1165804766890191602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-is-not-dead.html' title='The Blog is NOT dead.'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-2648145115067100112</id><published>2009-02-16T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:22:02.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have been doing the past week.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired.  SO, today is a point-form special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been to orientation at uni.  Informative but they really sap all the happy ions inside me.  It's very taxing to replenish them every night when I can't sleep.  (How much can you recharge from 5am to 8am?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Joined some social gatherings for international students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what central market at Chinatown looks like.  A cleaner and bigger version of Malaysian mini market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZlWlaiWz1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/hfB97JlaTCo/s1600-h/Photo0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZlWlaiWz1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/hfB97JlaTCo/s320/Photo0217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303365236984041298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 'shared' dinner with other international students after the central market trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZlYXZr1HaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1hRU4Q04y38/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZlYXZr1HaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1hRU4Q04y38/s320/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303367195260427682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(from left clockwise) Shavin (Sri Lankan) - Commerce, Dou (Japanese-Chinese), Tou (Vietnamese)-politics I think, Christopher (Malaysian)-arts and education, Toru (Japanese) study abroad programme, Johnson (Malaysian) - mechanical engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Glenelg beach.  I took only sceneries and forgotten to take one of myself.  Anyway u can see the photos tagged on fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined the Aussie Trivia and Pizza Night this evening.  Forgot to take photos yet again.  but I have photos of the prizes we won for the GK quiz!  (Basically, Manu answered most of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZlZTPR8pEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Mivq9_3XfbM/s1600-h/Photo0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZlZTPR8pEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Mivq9_3XfbM/s320/Photo0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303368223259665474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Made new frens.  Lots, I think.  Will update u guys as we go along and depending how often i update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my blog is boring...but this IS the fastest way to tell EVERYBODY what I'm up to here rather than repeating myself to every Tom, Dick and Harry that asks, "What have you been doing this past week?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-2648145115067100112?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2648145115067100112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=2648145115067100112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2648145115067100112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2648145115067100112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-have-been-doing-past-week.html' title='What I have been doing the past week.'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZlWlaiWz1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/hfB97JlaTCo/s72-c/Photo0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-5904198666502672492</id><published>2009-02-14T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:53:55.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Place, New People</title><content type='html'>Please forgive me for not updating for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I was too rushed before leaving for Adelaide.  There's too many preparations to do!  Actually, I was too busy making caricatures for my friends at the salon.  God, I miss them.  I miss styling hair.  I miss my classmate and my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, it took me some time to get an internet connection.  I have to settle so many things at once since touching down on kangaroo island.  Though, I think I could have settled things a lot faster if I didn't followed Zhi Weng or Pei Lee in a group.  I could have gotten them done sooner.  But, I was afraid of being alone and getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in the city for about an hour before I could find the tram on my first day.  And ended up walking a longer distance back to my place.  All the while, I kept going, "Shit, Shit, Shit!"  I panicked a bit back then.  I walked on the same streets in both directions more than 10 times, I think.  I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm surprised how I can be lost.  Now, I know my walking path like the back of my hand.  Just not familiar with the center of the city just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about Adelaide, eating out is expensive.  So, most students cook themselves.  I, however, starve myself.  Yes, I only take 1 meal a day.  I have to say, I admire myself.  It's not because I'm stingy or anything.  It's just that my larder is still empty.  It's like a barren land.  Can't even make myself anything if I wanted to.  Leached on Pei Lee for the first few days.  (She has a cousin who bought practically almost everything, enough to feed a hippo) Since it's her things, I didn't think it would be nice to eat all three meals on her expense.  So, I only ate one meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I have food, but I lost appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my family must be curious what my room looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZbLUywYuWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NpY7Wkcuo7U/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZbLUywYuWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NpY7Wkcuo7U/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302649169357879650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZbMu68TynI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PIsBU0kbzyc/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZbMu68TynI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PIsBU0kbzyc/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302650717743598194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can barely hold up my head.  I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-5904198666502672492?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5904198666502672492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=5904198666502672492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5904198666502672492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5904198666502672492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-place-new-people.html' title='New Place, New People'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SZbLUywYuWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NpY7Wkcuo7U/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-4557972100133016687</id><published>2009-01-20T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:49:22.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>second decade</title><content type='html'>As my sis has been kind enough to remind me everyday for a week before today, I'm entering the second decade of my very boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old just typing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year's birthday is the best in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nick bought me a watch.  It's not the best quality but I love it.  I never knew that he noticed it's one of those things that I needed most.  (Or probably my classmate has been bugging him for 2 days.  SO, I can't be sure that he cares.  Oh, heck, doesn't matter.  He bought it FOR me. that reason enough).  I'm HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.My classmate, Suki bought me a watch too, gave me a new haircut and a wash.  blissful.&lt;br /&gt;3. My classmate, christy bought me coke.&lt;br /&gt;4. My teacher, May bought me chicken rice.  Blissful day.&lt;br /&gt;5. My parents bought me asam laksa, wo tip, sotong kangkung last saturday. Though, the asam laksa suck.&lt;br /&gt;6. And many of my friends wished me happy birthday!  I'm one lucky idiot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone not be happy with all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone else is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I get overjoyed over little things like this.  Hey, wait, they're aren't little things...They may be simple gestures but I'm simply happy they sincerely remember my existence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel appreciated for once.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-4557972100133016687?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4557972100133016687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=4557972100133016687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4557972100133016687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4557972100133016687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-decade.html' title='second decade'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-5898570094666179603</id><published>2009-01-08T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:26:02.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>Life is shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most nerve-wrecking, hideous thing ever in existence.  Yes, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exaggerating but it's generally true.  Don't believe me?  Read up Buddha's Five Truths.  (I think it's the five truths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exuding a lot of negative energy now because I was majorly pissed off by the people at the salon - my most trusted teacher, the boss, my classmates especially this particular classmate, Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you feel like if you've been used like a stupid loyal puppy dog?  Yes, I was insanely dumb enough to obey every one of Nick's instructions like a lost puppy.  I've paid full fees and I've hardly learned anything new throughout the whole Christmas week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't progress much since I first started.  All I did was rebonding, rebonding, and more rebonding.  It's free labour.  And they are earning by using &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;labour hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing giving them free labour when I have paid full fees??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the lesser problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess hasn't been coming to class for 20 days.  The day she comes back, she's strutting around like she owns the place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't give a damn whether the rest gets a chance to try on live models (customers).  She snatches away any interesting customers.  As in, she gets to learn more new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, MY parents paid FULL fees for me to learn whatever I can here.  I don't have much time left.  SHE did not GODDAMN pay a single cent and she thinks she can get all the live models for herself and learn more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got every goddamn right to more live models than her!  I've paid more so, she should be the one giving way so that I have more opportunity to cut.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that she doesn't want to do like rebonding, treatment and colouring, she throws it at me.  FUCK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2 days back, and she's already being cocky, rude and fucking prude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst - Nick's absolutely overjoyed to have her back.  He couldn't care less that she'd been playing truant for the past 20 days to abort a baby.  He's practically blinded to the fact that she's being unfairly bullying us just because she has 2 years of working experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is wonderfully blissful, happy, I don't know how else to describe, that she's back.  AND to him, our existence is no longer of any importance.  the rest of us are thrown out, forgotten, to be left along to rot together with the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing the nice person all this time, but no more.  I've had enough.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get what I've come here to get.  If Jess is going to trample on my toes or get in my way (or anyone for that matter), I'm going to make sure they're going to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going to regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-5898570094666179603?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5898570094666179603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=5898570094666179603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5898570094666179603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5898570094666179603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-2044106284186062757</id><published>2008-12-28T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:06:01.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm PURPLE</title><content type='html'>OKAY, that's an overstatement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is no longer purple.  It's red at best.  I DID dye my hair purple.  Dark purple.  but the colour somehow faded after a week due to all the washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hairstyling...to a certain extent.  Rebonding is the easiest but I hate the smell of the chemicals.  It stings the nose and makes your nose block.  I can't even smell my curry chicken after doing a few rebonding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm frustrated most is cutting and colouring hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really make heads or tails out of it.  I've already embedded couples of scars on fingers to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain in the ass is my newer classmates...GIRLS.  Well, you know.  The usual.  If they're not being feather-headed, they're rude and rough.  AND simply ANNOYING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they talk about is BOYS, BOYS, BOYS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'm their ears and secret keeper.  Can't even keep track of the list of secrets I'm keeping for them.  I should charge for every KB of memory they're using on my brain, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though they ask me to keep the secret, it'll come out and fly around the salon in a week or so.  NOT BY ME.  They let it out themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of nice seniors...or maybe I should call them my "sifus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm taught by anyone who's free.  SO, they are Eugene, Kelvin, Ming, Pin, Keith.  What's best about being taught by them?  They give me lots of tips and they are BISHIES!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, who wouldn't be happy to have dashing young men as your teachers...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is Nick.  He's a very nice and funny guy...LOVE his methods.  Fast, accurate and to the point.  Too bad he's already taken XD LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But TODAY, I flunk everything I did.  DISASTROUS.  I've no idea what the HELL was I thinking!!!!!  I mixed up the sequences for colouring. Messed up the cutting, suck at perming.  When Nick stare at me with those painful eyes...OMG I just can't bear it...!  I feel so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when he was so excited to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-2044106284186062757?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2044106284186062757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=2044106284186062757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2044106284186062757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2044106284186062757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-purple.html' title='I&apos;m PURPLE'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-4154969913985604414</id><published>2008-11-23T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:54:19.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update........</title><content type='html'>Okay, I haven't updated in, like what, 2 months?  As dumb as I am when it comes to IT, I still DO understand that 2 months is equivalent to 2 years in the cyberspace. I had exams, goddammit.  &lt;strong&gt;SO, PLEASE STOP BUGGING ME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm UPDATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my finals are over.  If not, I won't be typing this now.  I've only got about half-hour left, so this post is gonna be short.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to class.  I've taken up a hairstyling crash course during the hols because I can't stand doing nothing at home.  My asses itches too much if stay quiet for too long.  Plus, I'm trying to lose weight.  My face getting rounder esch day, thanks to all the days eating, sleeping and studying with no work out to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I stand almost all day in class, skip lunches and eating healthy no-oil food for dinner.  I hope this strict diet works.  Cross your fingers for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have 5 more kilos to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am SO going to lose to 5 kilos of fat before I leave for Austalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'll end up looking like an ogress after 3 months being there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, standing all day doesn't make me any thinner.  All I do in class is move my fingers.  SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASSES are fun.  My schoolmate is really nice.  Her name is Suki.  Yeah, like the 'one in a million' idol.  Her skills are not bad.  She's been cutting hair for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get the wrong idea.  I'm not having class with a middle-aged lady.  She's a young and bubbly lady, older than me by only 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instructor is called Mike.  He's nice.  Too nice, if I have to say so.  He teaches me cutting.  May is his wife.  She teachesme how to perm, straighten, colouring, etc.  She's strict but also nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other junior and senior hairstylists are very helpful.  They taught me all the little tricks that Mike and May didn't show me step by step (they're very busy).  Most of them are guys and they are bishies.  &lt;em&gt;Serious&lt;/em&gt;.  I think 2 of them especially are HOT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND their &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  OMG.  They're vibrant.  To put it simply, colorful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Gotta go or I'll be late for class. Will update soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-4154969913985604414?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4154969913985604414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=4154969913985604414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4154969913985604414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4154969913985604414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='update........'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-3068363581754590749</id><published>2008-10-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:50:08.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your score?</title><content type='html'>I got this personality test (hey, don't turn away.  It's quite accurate.  I'm surprised myself) through mail but I was too lazy to forward it. Yeah, this is my alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Dr. Phil's test.  He got a score of 55 on Oprah's show.  (She got 38).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is a paper and pen to keep track of your answers to each question.  You can only choose one answer for each question.  Remember,  the questions are referring to what your habit are NOW, not the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCROLL DOWN!!!  NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="”scrollbox”"&gt;1.  When do you feel your best?&lt;br /&gt;a)  in the morning&lt;br /&gt;b)  during the afternoon and early evening&lt;br /&gt;c)  late at night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  You usually walk... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  fairly fast, with long steps&lt;br /&gt;b)  fairly fast, with little steps&lt;br /&gt;c)  less fast head up, looking the world in the face&lt;br /&gt;d)  less fast, head down&lt;br /&gt;e)  very slowly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   When talking to people you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  stand with your arms folded&lt;br /&gt;b)  have your hands clasped&lt;br /&gt;c)  have one or both your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;d)  touch or push the person to whom you are talking&lt;br /&gt;e)  play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   When relaxing, you sit with. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side&lt;br /&gt;b)  your legs crossed&lt;br /&gt;c)  you r legs stretched out or straight&lt;br /&gt;d)  one leg curled under you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  When something really amuses you, you react with... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  big appreciated laugh&lt;br /&gt;b)  a laugh, but not a loud one&lt;br /&gt;c)  a quiet chuckle&lt;br /&gt;d)  a sheepish smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  When you go to a party or social gathering you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  make a loud entrance so everyone notices you&lt;br /&gt;b)  make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know&lt;br /&gt;c)  make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  welcome the break&lt;br /&gt;b)  feel extremely irritated&lt;br /&gt;c)  vary between these two extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Which of the following colors do you like most? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  Red or orange&lt;br /&gt;b)  black&lt;br /&gt;c)  yellow or light blue&lt;br /&gt;d)  green&lt;br /&gt;e)  dark blue or purple&lt;br /&gt;f)  white&lt;br /&gt;g)  brown or gray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep you  are... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  stretched out on your back&lt;br /&gt;b)  stretched out face down on your stomach&lt;br /&gt;c)  on your side, slightly curled&lt;br /&gt;d)  with your head on one arm&lt;br /&gt;e)  with your head under the covers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  You often dream that you are... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  falling&lt;br /&gt;b)  fighting or struggling&lt;br /&gt;c)  searching for something or somebody&lt;br /&gt;d)  flying or floating&lt;br /&gt;e)  you usually have dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;f)  your dreams are always pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  (a) 2     (b) 4     (c) 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  (a) 6     (b) 4     (c) 7     (d) 2     (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;3.  (a) 4     (b) 2     (c) 5     (d) 7     (e) 6&lt;br /&gt;4.  (a) 4     (b) 6     (c) 2     (d) 1&lt;br /&gt;5.  (a) 6     (b) 4     (c) 3     (d) 5     (e) 2&lt;br /&gt;6.  (a) 6     (b) 4     (c) 2&lt;br /&gt;7.  (a) 6     (b) 2     (c) 4&lt;br /&gt;8.  (a) 6     (b) 7     (c) 5     (d) 4     (e) 3     (f) 2     (g) 1&lt;br /&gt;9.  (a) 7     (b) 6     (c) 4     (d) 2     (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;10. (a) 4    (b) 2     (c) 3     (d) 5     (e) 6     (f) 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total your score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=”scrollbox”&gt;OVER 60 POINTS :  Others see you as someone they should 'handle with care.' You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant.  Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;51 TO 60 POINTS :  Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones.  They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure.  They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS :  Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well balanced not to let it go to their head.  They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31 TO 40 POINTS :  Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &amp; practical.  They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest.  Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return.  Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21 TO 30 POINTS:  Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.  They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.  It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;UNDER 21 POINTS :  People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions &amp; who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything!  They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist.  Some people think you' re boring.  Only those who know you well know that you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is 46. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-3068363581754590749?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3068363581754590749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=3068363581754590749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/3068363581754590749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/3068363581754590749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-your-score.html' title='what&apos;s your score?'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-2900066881176101458</id><published>2008-10-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:49:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning of flowers</title><content type='html'>I know my posts are lacking of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll make up to that with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each flower and colour have their very own traditional meanings.  (Be careful when you send flowers to someone!  You might get a cold shoulder if you send the wrong flowers with you no wiser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I might help some of you with these tips.  The flowers I picked out are the flowers that I know what their meanings are.  The meaning I give may not be the only meaning or the exact meaning.  Flowers can have multiple meanings.  Normally, florists will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the usuals are&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOolNgPpiVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SICg_uc3WH0/s1600-h/Tournament_of_Roses_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOolNgPpiVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SICg_uc3WH0/s320/Tournament_of_Roses_JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254052829205203282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pink rose: Love, Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOoiDxcUa3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/nIuRnyPTWKg/s1600-h/61875058.YNmAPsrC.RoseRedYellow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOoiDxcUa3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/nIuRnyPTWKg/s320/61875058.YNmAPsrC.RoseRedYellow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254049363488172914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The red-yellow rose: Congratulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or if there was someone that pissed you off recently, you can send him/her this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOogHoppv-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SC6T4ZMGvMQ/s1600-h/Orange_lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOogHoppv-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SC6T4ZMGvMQ/s320/Orange_lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254047230824398818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The orange lily: Hate and Despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even if you did send the wrong flower, there's always this life-saver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOobQMvTXoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0htyqMdojnk/s1600-h/hyacinth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOobQMvTXoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0htyqMdojnk/s320/hyacinth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254041880392588930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purple hyacinth: I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For farewells,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOoaZq9Zv6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bFGI_ammkHA/s1600-h/cyclamen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOoaZq9Zv6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bFGI_ammkHA/s320/cyclamen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254040943611985826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cyclamen: Regret and Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guys, send this to the girl that you're wooing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOoYAFcA0WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lFo16OS0ovU/s1600-h/pure-white-camellia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOoYAFcA0WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lFo16OS0ovU/s320/pure-white-camellia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254038305019842914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pure white camellia: You're adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think everyone knows this but I'll put it here anyway because it's one of my favourites. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOoW_obCLZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fvoWF5xcjuE/s1600-h/carnation_pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOoW_obCLZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fvoWF5xcjuE/s320/carnation_pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254037197719481746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pink carnation: The emblem of Mother's Day&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/8168179953285131286-2900066881176101458?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2900066881176101458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=2900066881176101458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2900066881176101458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2900066881176101458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/meaning-of-flowers.html' title='meaning of flowers'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SOolNgPpiVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SICg_uc3WH0/s72-c/Tournament_of_Roses_JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-7699334041809190588</id><published>2008-09-25T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:30:49.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>running dry</title><content type='html'>I think I'm running out of topic to blog about...Come to think of it, I haven't been blogging about anything interesting at all.  My post consists of mostly whining how life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today's post is about something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll start with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there are many ways to tackle this topic...optimists would say that it's people that makes life great and the world a more colourful place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, I side with the pessimists.  Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, optimists look at the world this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE IS GOOD, NICE, HONEST AND KIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise is: WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are made of lies.  Yes, they lie, cheat, trick, do something wrong but get somebody else to take the blame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's people for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might say it's all about the upbringing.  How well children are brought up may influence but not much really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People find it a necessity to be evil.  It's nature.  It's as vital as breathing itself.  Don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself: &lt;br /&gt;Have you lied for your convenience before? &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been stupidly honest and straightforward with every acquaintance you got? You see a homeless guy dressed in dirty rags and begging for money on the street.  Do you help him?  Back in school, how many times have you talked about something really bad about someone else behind their backs? &lt;br /&gt;How many people have you shunned just because they are not pretty, rich or smart? &lt;br /&gt;How many times have you lied and pretend to be not you to be included in the "in" crowd?&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you lied to create a "godly" image of yourself (when obviously you're not) so that you're accepted in society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have quite a lot of sins, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bluff me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;.  If you don't have sins, you're not a person.  You'll be a god, a martyr.  Not many humans are all good.  I've met one or two who are close to martyrdom but they're always picked on by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm fed up with all the lies, cheating, acting, faking and goodness knows what else is going out there in the world.  That's why I retreated into my own little haven 3 years back.  It was safe.  As a lone ranger, I'm never stung, have not hated, cried or angered.  Ex-classmates, if you're reading this, you should remember that I was always, always doing homework or wandering around by myself.  I have very few friends.  I was always guarded.  Nobody knows very much about me and I was very happy with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I met this bunch of guys and 4 girls in my class, I was pretty confident of my 'self-armor'.  They kind of broke it. They are really nice bunch of kids.  They made me see that there are some small glimmer of good in people.  You just need to bring that out.  But when people turn nasty, you'll just have to lash out and show some colours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started mixing with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they have not changed me essentially.  I still believe that all the unhappiness, turmoil, suffering and insecurity are caused by people.  However, this bunch of good friends made me see a little hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that they're all over the world now...Chances of meeting them are pretty slim. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-7699334041809190588?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7699334041809190588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=7699334041809190588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7699334041809190588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7699334041809190588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/running-dry.html' title='running dry'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-8671334106480294521</id><published>2008-09-22T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:17:08.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Padma</title><content type='html'>I know this post is a little late.  After all, I met Padma last &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;.  I should have posted this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; when I got back to campus but I was busy.  (since when I'm not?)  And I have been recharging my battery since I got back home...I sleep almost the whole day.  Even now, I'm suppose to get on with my accounting assignment but I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SNiN80xkFSI/AAAAAAAAADs/gN2wcgaP46U/s1600-h/475px-Busy_desk.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SNiN80xkFSI/AAAAAAAAADs/gN2wcgaP46U/s320/475px-Busy_desk.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249101441798509858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;image source: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I looked like something like this last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt; why am I freaking busy this semester to the point that I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no time&lt;/span&gt; for myself.  My hair is like a tangled bush.  My eyebags deepened! T.T (I think it's probably of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;...I think we're having way too many discussions for one task...It's eating into my nap, breaks, anime-watching and snacking time.)  Not to mention I've had diarrhea more frequently too.  That's how I got dehydrated, nose bleeds, woozy in the stupid bathroom (oh, this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal &lt;/span&gt;for me) and got sick.  That's why I keep plonking myself on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bee-ooo-tiful&lt;/span&gt; bed every chance I get since I got home.  I wonder how much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hutang tidur&lt;/span&gt; I've been owing my body.  I haven't even cleared the outstanding sleep debt that I incurred for HSC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SNiTGm8T0tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bYwpeIfWP0w/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SNiTGm8T0tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bYwpeIfWP0w/s320/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249107107442315986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;image source: http://lancebreger.blogspot.com/2007_09_30_archive.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I put in this image because I think it's cute and not for any other reason. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woops. I've sidetracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, rewind.  Back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, she was one of my besties in primary school.  Yeah, I used to be in the Sarah Chen, Michelle Poh and Eileen Tan gang.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;  Don't ask me why I was with them.  It's like seeing&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "Mean Girls"&lt;/span&gt; Live.  Seriously.  They have everything (okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; has everything) - the scorn, biting retorts, grudges, gossips, etc...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Padma&lt;/span&gt; was my sole comfort.  Oops, I forgot &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Fadilah&lt;/span&gt;.  She was my bestest ever malay friend.  Both of them were very open-minded, fun, carefree and outgoing friends.  Netball freaks.  Jokers.  Outdoor type.  I LOVE them.  I will never forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what I felt like when Padma said she wanted to meet up with me...I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;euphoric&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hyped up that I can't think about anything else.  There was turmoil broiling among classmates that day too and I hardly noticed! LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SNiSDP1WTMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pGJ8Z5miCkA/s1600-h/1_711140000l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SNiSDP1WTMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pGJ8Z5miCkA/s320/1_711140000l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249105950187867330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's on the left.  The one the right is Anna, her roommate.&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, so I used a super-old photo from her friendster because I forgot to take a photo with her.  Shoot me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Oasis.  She simply loves Arabic food.  She's under JPA scholarship, studying A-Levels at....dang!  I can't remember the name of her college...again! It's in sepang, though.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wai Tseung&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Siti Liyana&lt;/span&gt; is there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we spent 2 hours of gossiping and catching up.  I can't believe how we can lost contact for almost 7 years! Goodness!  There's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Tseung is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; amongst &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; in her college!  o.O  They're jealous cuz Padma can talk to him while he ignores the rest of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganesha is in India studying medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these peeps are gonna be doctors one day.  Best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.  I'll update something soon.  vern~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;p.s.  My video has finished streaming... XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-8671334106480294521?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8671334106480294521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=8671334106480294521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8671334106480294521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8671334106480294521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/padma.html' title='Padma'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SNiN80xkFSI/AAAAAAAAADs/gN2wcgaP46U/s72-c/475px-Busy_desk.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-6415444949515944437</id><published>2008-09-20T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:23:05.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self-discovery</title><content type='html'>After 19 years and I still discover new wonders about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sleepwalk and talk in my sleep.  (My roommate did mention to me that I sometimes sat up very quickly in the middle of the night  and reached out for something on the table then go back to sleep.  My sis also says that I did that while mumbling about calculating something.  I must be really stressed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I won't know when I'm sick unless I can't move from the bed any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Washing clothes by hand is a very effective way of channeling out my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I simply LOVE to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think I've unconsciously polished my skill of handling annoying people.  I can now brush them off with little effort.  (but maybe I'm only dealing with minions, not the shark.  So, I really don't have that much credit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I love my home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-6415444949515944437?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6415444949515944437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=6415444949515944437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6415444949515944437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6415444949515944437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/self-discovery.html' title='self-discovery'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-6504081156062649003</id><published>2008-09-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:34:26.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneaks</title><content type='html'>I despise people with no credibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met my share of dishonest jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes, I can't understand why they just can't admit their mistake candidly.  Is it so hard to accept the fact that you are wrong and say "sorry"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst are those who try to hide behind the weakness of others. &lt;br /&gt;They are never consistent.  Their word today will be different tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;They like to hedge the truth and evade the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNEAKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is just full of them.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I've met my share.  Looks like I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  I'm not bothered.  It's their problem.  They'll have one less friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-6504081156062649003?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6504081156062649003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=6504081156062649003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6504081156062649003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6504081156062649003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/sneaks.html' title='sneaks'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-6253846858285913988</id><published>2008-09-10T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:08:19.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no topic</title><content type='html'>Everyday is a DRAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm being affected by someone's emotion.  I seemed overly depressed for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can I go on, I cannot.  Oh just let me flop down flat on the road like a big fat jelly out of a bowl and never move again!" - Samuel Beckett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want tomorrow to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-6253846858285913988?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6253846858285913988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=6253846858285913988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6253846858285913988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6253846858285913988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-topoic.html' title='no topic'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-5128336395701557546</id><published>2008-09-05T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:29:31.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>syok sendiri</title><content type='html'>I was very miserably de-motivated this week.&lt;br /&gt;Can't even compose myself to get ANY work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complete wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely irrational and inconsiderate goon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if you don't understand, it's okay.  I don't mean for you guys to understand anyway.  I just wanted to rant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a new way to de-stress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tumpang cuci baju at friend's block. (thanks, Xin Tang!)&lt;br /&gt;2. invite ourselves into friend's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. talk until half past two in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. take funny pictures of ourselves (we were really SS-ing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH0izzYw2I/AAAAAAAAACc/fHNnBsc0sSQ/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH0izzYw2I/AAAAAAAAACc/fHNnBsc0sSQ/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242740320094438242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH0uEhjAZI/AAAAAAAAACs/H9bOU53D9k4/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH0uEhjAZI/AAAAAAAAACs/H9bOU53D9k4/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242740513561575826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from left: me, natalie and xin tang)&lt;br /&gt;we started out taking really ordinary pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH0pJs97oI/AAAAAAAAACk/Bf-emHeg7Eo/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH0pJs97oI/AAAAAAAAACk/Bf-emHeg7Eo/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242740429052309122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we warmed up by making seahorse faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH1MVRT3AI/AAAAAAAAADU/EVKNARxP4Pc/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH1MVRT3AI/AAAAAAAAADU/EVKNARxP4Pc/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242741033452952578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH1FgtYeEI/AAAAAAAAADM/40emWJyrTrg/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH1FgtYeEI/AAAAAAAAADM/40emWJyrTrg/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242740916264400962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and acting cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH1TnXQaDI/AAAAAAAAADc/gZEyoqDlLnE/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH1TnXQaDI/AAAAAAAAADc/gZEyoqDlLnE/s320/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242741158568814642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then it got silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH09XC6ZmI/AAAAAAAAADE/70Ql_fWuP1w/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH09XC6ZmI/AAAAAAAAADE/70Ql_fWuP1w/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242740776231396962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and sillier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH04EjhpII/AAAAAAAAAC8/fCWE3f6fVA8/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH04EjhpII/AAAAAAAAAC8/fCWE3f6fVA8/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242740685368566914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please read from right to left&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;no see, no hear, say no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH2CZY77dI/AAAAAAAAADk/uGIEEyDkrdY/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH2CZY77dI/AAAAAAAAADk/uGIEEyDkrdY/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242741962271616466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH0yjjvkyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DBQJfMCg1IQ/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH0yjjvkyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DBQJfMCg1IQ/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242740590611764002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           we're natural air fresheners...XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-5128336395701557546?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5128336395701557546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=5128336395701557546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5128336395701557546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5128336395701557546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/syok-sendiri.html' title='syok sendiri'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SMH0izzYw2I/AAAAAAAAACc/fHNnBsc0sSQ/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-3392785514993846599</id><published>2008-09-02T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:21:54.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~miserable~</title><content type='html'>I don't think I can survive this two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't revise my week 4 lecture notes for law, so I'm as blur as a dodo bird while doing my tutorial.  I'm not sure if I can hold my own during the moot court tomorrow.  I need a MIRACLE.&lt;br /&gt;2. I haven't done my stats online test.  I'm afraid I can't do them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Haven't done account and macro tute...Can hardly find time...OMG&lt;br /&gt;4. Have TESTS next week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't sleep here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Ken is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;7. Being preyed on by mosquitoes.  They are now coming in packs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a miracle..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue another time about my miserable life...this posts is just for me to let off steam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still not feeling any better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-3392785514993846599?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3392785514993846599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=3392785514993846599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/3392785514993846599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/3392785514993846599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/miserable.html' title='~miserable~'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-5666359466213117899</id><published>2008-09-01T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:46:08.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how forgetful can I get?</title><content type='html'>I was at my most forgetful and clumsy self this weekend. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Left my stats text book at the bus stop (ss14).  Now it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;2. Walk all the way to the bus stop in rubber slippers to look for book.  So, I've earned myself blisters as big as 10 cent coins on both feet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Banged a foot on the edge of my table (home).  A blister broke and bled.&lt;br /&gt;4. Banged my injured knee at the edge of my table (dorm).  Made fresh wound. (Or did I make it bigger...?)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Kept tripping over bag and then hit my legs on the bed frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my text book was the worst.  Jen Chong was laughing when I first realized it was missing the day after I left it there.  (He called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*put face in hands, mumbling miserably*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-5666359466213117899?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5666359466213117899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=5666359466213117899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5666359466213117899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5666359466213117899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-forgetful-can-i-get.html' title='how forgetful can I get?'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-4357908752991553535</id><published>2008-08-28T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:49:32.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Court Case</title><content type='html'>I think I was made of ONLY NERVES today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG..I messed up big time for today's mock court trial...For the benefit of those who do not have the privelege of being my classmates,  I'm currently taking a law paper.  It requires us to present a court case being tried in court every week.  Yes, we have everybody, the judges panel, barristers (note that, BARRISTERS not just mere lawyers) and members of the floor.  Too bad that we don't have witnesses...It would be fun to see my nutter friends play-acting the role...(HOR...Xin Tang.  I think you would be a good Betty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;main judge&lt;/span&gt; of a panel of three...(NO, we don't wear any wigs or long black robes).  I didn't prepare my speech because I was trying to be neutral...If I prepared, I'll be even &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; biased than Jwu.  I have to base my decision on how convincing the barristers were, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I simply &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the questioning session.  It felt awesome to be able to pinpoint questions at Zhi Weng and Evon (they were barristers for defendant, Paul who cheated on his wife - it's a long story), slowly driving them into a corner...Jwu and I came up with not the best but really &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't quite get the effect I wanted.  DANG.  That means I wasn't good enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I haven't posted since Tuesday...I was busy discussing with Jwu and Chiu Thang (the other two judges)  they were amazing partners...Chiu Thang, seeing you work so hard was inspirational.  Jwu, you're twisted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ms. Jeyanthi said, "If I put Wei Vern as judge, you will run for cover," that made my day!  I was happy because that meant I did not bad as a first-time judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'll be barrister for defendant with Xin Tang.  I'm not really looking forward to the next case...I haven't read the question thoroughly but it looks awfully &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;COMPLICATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  How am I going to get my head round it, I don't know.  What's more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jwu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhi Weng &lt;/span&gt;are BOTH on the floor...They'll be shooting questions left, right and centre...It'll be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;war zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no pics...too busy being nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, ciao~&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;vern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-4357908752991553535?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4357908752991553535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=4357908752991553535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4357908752991553535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4357908752991553535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-court-case.html' title='My First Court Case'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-7590010708308985619</id><published>2008-08-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:53:45.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY HUMAN</title><content type='html'>Only Human by K from the jdrama 1 Litre of Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Album / Collection: Beyond the Sea&lt;br /&gt;Track # 3&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Description: From Drama: 1 Rittoru no Namida&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Sung by: K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;Kanashimi no mukou kishi ni hohoemi ga aru to iu yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanashimi no mukou kishi ni hohoemi ga aru to iu yo&lt;br /&gt;Tadoritsuku sono saki ni ha nani ga bokura wo matteru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigeru tame janaku yume ou tame ni&lt;br /&gt;Tabi ni deta hazu sa tooi natsu no ano hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashita sae mieta nara tameiki mo nai kedo&lt;br /&gt;Nagare ni sakarau fune no youni&lt;br /&gt;Ima ha mae he susume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurushimi no tsukita basho ni shiawase ga matsu to iu yo&lt;br /&gt;Boku ha mada sagashiteiru kisetsu ha hazure no himawari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobushi nigirishime asahi wo mateba&lt;br /&gt;Akai tsume tsume ato ni namida kirari ochiru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodoku ni mo nareta nara tsuki akari tayori ni&lt;br /&gt;Hane naki tsubasa de tabidatou&lt;br /&gt;Motto mae he susume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amagumo ga kireta nara nureta michi kagayaku&lt;br /&gt;Yami dake ga oshiete kureru&lt;br /&gt;Tsuyoi tsuyoi hikari&lt;br /&gt;Tsuyoku mae he susume&lt;/pre&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Transliterated by &lt;a href="http://kikyosama.animelyrics.com/"&gt;Kikyosama&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.animelyrics.com/images/email/101419.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesaiyajinpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thesaiyajinpower.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aya was so STRONG, POSITIVE and KIND but her illness was without cure....No matter how much resistance she put up the illness still consumed her...Watching her struggled no matter the pain made me cry...How can someone who deserves so much to live is given only a short time to enjoy the beauties of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop the tears flowing...Her struggles were touching.  Even when she finally found love, she had to give it up...she broken up with him to spare him the pain of losing her...That made me cry even more...Seriously every episode starting from the second made my tears trickling down everytime.  It was a heart-wrenching story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SLRCYeuI2LI/AAAAAAAAACU/-SzCRz2XLP0/s1600-h/1_litre_of_tears_series.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SLRCYeuI2LI/AAAAAAAAACU/-SzCRz2XLP0/s320/1_litre_of_tears_series.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238885254869604530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tells you, We're only human.  What will be will be.&lt;br /&gt;But, we must always smile no matter how bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-7590010708308985619?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7590010708308985619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=7590010708308985619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7590010708308985619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7590010708308985619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-human-by-k-from-jdrama-1-litre-of.html' title='ONLY HUMAN'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SLRCYeuI2LI/AAAAAAAAACU/-SzCRz2XLP0/s72-c/1_litre_of_tears_series.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-1281456040279634478</id><published>2008-08-25T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:07:08.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril's concert back on the road!</title><content type='html'>There was a request for a write-up on Avril's-concert-cancellation, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;KUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia (AP) — Malaysia on Tuesday canceled a concert by Canadian rock singer Avril Lavigne, saying it may taint the Muslim-majority country's independence day celebrations after the Islamic opposition slammed her show as being "too sexy."...Kamarulzaman Mohamed, a party youth official, told The Associated Press on Monday that Lavigne's show was "considered too sexy for us" and would promote the wrong values just before independence day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;source: http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5iHEwkv0TqtCh5_clKFvCZjP5Ik_wD92LB8O00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too sexy"?! Many Malaysians out there can name more outrageous entertainers that can fill a list...Britney would be one, the Pussycat Dolls, Madonna...Avril is DECENT. Her music is punk rock, sure, but they're not heavy metal, or saucy sensual tunes...Compared to Britney's "I'm A Slave", Avril's songs are actually decent and honest depictions of teen angst. I don't believe there are any foul words. Loads of local artist sing about teen angst. Why is Avril any different? Avid Lavigne fans were simply worked up over the whole cancellation thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hardly a religious issue here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder this: Malaysian crime rates have been peaking without any help from foreigners...Immoral values have been around since the beginning of living memory. Don't believe? Check any holy scriptures...(respective of your religion) (Please keep in mind that they were written by PEOPLE eons ago) moral rules have been there since the start of civilisation...doesn't this acknowledge the existence of immorality? ...Immoral activities are PART of human nature. It's what that makes homo sapiens human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And authorities are still baffled over why is it not dropping even after PENDIDIKAN MORAL was introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you feel you want to uphold absolute pure, sacred, priest-worthy values, then stay at home by all means. There are still many out there who have stronger will, rationale and self-control who can watch, enjoy the lively tunes with an open mind and still go home to bed sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kuala Lumpur (dpa) - Malaysian authorities have reversed their decision to cancel a concert by Canadian pop-rock star Avril Lavigne, days after they ruled that her show was unsuitable for local youths, a senior official said Monday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;source: http://www.bangkokpost.com/breaking_news/breakingnews.php?id=129928&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the crowd of disappointed (I may have undermined the 'disappoinment'...they were probably outraged) fans had some effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing the show's still on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough having to travel to neighbouring countries just to support your favourite star...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-1281456040279634478?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1281456040279634478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=1281456040279634478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1281456040279634478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1281456040279634478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/avrils-concert-back-on-road.html' title='Avril&apos;s concert back on the road!'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-4248883745808225954</id><published>2008-08-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:06:36.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Beijing Olympics, Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>Goodbye, Beijing Olympics 2008...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome...Although I didn't get to follow up with the heated competition, as I was isolated against my will outside civilisation, it still made my boring life livelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the opening and the closing ceremony was amazingly breathtaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SLK2KcdUMlI/AAAAAAAAACM/EBjw4cu3-5E/s1600-h/29F5319B542BB06C516ED46DA11ED9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SLK2KcdUMlI/AAAAAAAAACM/EBjw4cu3-5E/s320/29F5319B542BB06C516ED46DA11ED9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238449607139406418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(above) the human tower - 150 volunteers at the Beijing closing ceremony...It's even more awesome watching them moving like ripples on red silk or blooming like roses...&lt;br /&gt;image source: http://sport.my.msn.com/Olympics/photogallery.aspx?cp-documentid=1641922&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;David Beckham kicked a football to the crowd of volunteers...They were EXCITED over the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Leona Louis was there too...Her singing wasn't all that great.  More humming than lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;AND she looked FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;The most anticipated by-election of the year - Permatang Pauh...&lt;br /&gt;People all over the country are curious to know the results - who would come out the victor?  Anwar? Arif? Whose believes, principles and vision are most prospective? (Of course, what with the Anwar-Saiful fiasco - seriously their public argument was getting humiliatingly childish.  Is there a need to swear in a holy place?  Even British justice is always found in court with ONE rule - bring out the facts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait for the news tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8168179953285131286-4248883745808225954?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4248883745808225954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=4248883745808225954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4248883745808225954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4248883745808225954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-beijing-olympics-goodbye.html' title='Goodbye, Beijing Olympics, Goodbye!'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SLK2KcdUMlI/AAAAAAAAACM/EBjw4cu3-5E/s72-c/29F5319B542BB06C516ED46DA11ED9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-5591823388552317316</id><published>2008-08-21T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:23:20.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Wombat~~</title><content type='html'>I think I have nutters for classmates (and friends)  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They were giving each other silly nicknames.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, maybe it’s only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jwu Shyan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re taking their ‘partnership’ a bit too seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;                                                            *                                                *                                                    *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Zhi Weng&lt;/span&gt; is “Pussy Loke”,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Xin Tang&lt;/span&gt; is “Si Fat”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt; is “&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ucker Lim &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ui Mon”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Rizwan &lt;/span&gt;is “Rabbit” (or “Ridiculous”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I lost track.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was distracted by my pork noodles.)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am “Wantan”.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I was very happy with that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a lot better than “Fucker” or “Pussy”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Jwu the Jackass"&lt;/span&gt; just HAD to change it to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“Wombat”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SK2GBV6GALI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3PeUM96IRcM/s1600-h/SWW_Wombat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SK2GBV6GALI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3PeUM96IRcM/s320/SWW_Wombat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236989299320553650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fat, clumsy, boring wombat.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look like a little bear but smaller.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come out at night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sleep during the day.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a hole in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I like to eat grass and roots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CARROTS the best.&lt;br /&gt;(My preferred bribe after &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Want to know what I did today?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Morning: Slept and attended the Wombat Moot Court.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afternoon: Slept, did Wombat Stats and hung out with asses and pussies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Evening: Ate grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Night: Scratched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dang, I can’t reach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The itch is killing me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SK2GSfEAfuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gUCbUUtWs90/s1600-h/happy-wombat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SK2GSfEAfuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gUCbUUtWs90/s320/happy-wombat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236989593835831010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The killer smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SK2Gb6TaDUI/AAAAAAAAACE/d3QXSqY2i7M/s1600-h/WombatBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SK2Gb6TaDUI/AAAAAAAAACE/d3QXSqY2i7M/s320/WombatBaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236989755767000386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was a baby.  Ain't I cute?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Too bad I've grown rounder in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-5591823388552317316?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5591823388552317316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=5591823388552317316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5591823388552317316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/5591823388552317316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-im-wombat.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Wombat~~'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SK2GBV6GALI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3PeUM96IRcM/s72-c/SWW_Wombat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-7441409130439615173</id><published>2008-08-20T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:50:00.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilot Trainee Crash</title><content type='html'>This excerpt is from Berita Harian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kapal terbang milik HM Aerospace disyaki   terhempas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA TERENGGANU: Sebuah pesawat jenis Diamond 40 Maha 443 dengan dua tempat duduk dari Pusat Latihan Penerbangan HM Aerospace Sdn Bhd (HMA) Langkawi, dipercayai terhempas di kawasan hutan di Bukit Bidong, selepas hilang daripada radar jam 5 petang semalam.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia is studying in HMA.  The two trainee pilots were his seniors - one dead and one badly injured...Even Jia doesn't know the details or the cause because they were only aware of the news around 7 am this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he told me, all I could think of was "OMG, OMG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked.  They were only TRAINEES.  All they wanted were to fly in the sky.  They were only on routine practical training.  Then suddenly, their hopes, dreams, joy were just snuffed out.&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piloting business is really risky.  Jia, please take care of youself, okay?  No crashing planes in deep dense jungles.  You're going to be my private jet pilot, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have already crashed with a motorcycle before.  That's enough experience for a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-7441409130439615173?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7441409130439615173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=7441409130439615173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7441409130439615173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7441409130439615173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/pilot-trainee-crash.html' title='Pilot Trainee Crash'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-8866039642410692322</id><published>2008-08-19T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:51:49.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, A-Level Buddies!</title><content type='html'>Congrats to all my friends out there who took their A-levels this July - Grace, Ken, Loh, Kathir, Sunitha, Jin Tik, Ning Ning, Li Shin, Shari, Chin Yin and Yi Hao.  I heard you guys did great.  You have my heartfelt congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that I might have forgotten to mention, I'm very sorry.  I'm doing this as they come into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats also to Susan!  You were freaking awesome to win that World Prize for CAT!!!!  I'm proud of you, girl!  Keep it up!  ACCA should be a breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up that spirit, guys!!!  There's a bright future ahead of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKu-OsnWghI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jd2_LY_SGYM/s1600-h/farewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKu-OsnWghI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jd2_LY_SGYM/s320/farewell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236488151451992594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that so many of us Seafieldians are leaving Malaysia to further their studies...some already left :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK - Ken, Shiue Nee, A, Grace, Sunitha&lt;br /&gt;US - Jin Tik (California), Li Shin (Pittsburgh)&lt;br /&gt;Aus - Yi Jien, Regina, Joyce, Jenny, Hui Wen (Melb)&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia - Bay&lt;br /&gt;Singapore - Yi Hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not know some all that well, but I do feel that painful loneliness, knowing that everybody's leaving to different parts of the world.  Chances of seeing each other again is very slim too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ken leaves, that's when darkness would fall.  After all, he was and will ever be our beloved 5E class monitor.  He's the reason why we still have gatherings...I think everybody will agree with me on this point. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-8866039642410692322?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8866039642410692322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=8866039642410692322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8866039642410692322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/8866039642410692322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/congrats-level-buddies.html' title='Congrats, A-Level Buddies!'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKu-OsnWghI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jd2_LY_SGYM/s72-c/farewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-3091779674945033637</id><published>2008-08-19T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:46:12.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKrGiCb0g8I/AAAAAAAAABc/2ancGuCqiGY/s1600-h/18082008193+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKrGiCb0g8I/AAAAAAAAABc/2ancGuCqiGY/s320/18082008193+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236215804843033538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th birthday, Jwu Shyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 20 only once, so treasure it everyday!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      *                              *                                *&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is WAY late, but getting pictures are a major task for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying your present was a challenge...because I have no clue of what that you needed the most at the moment...I was frustrated for hours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my sister pointed out the Andox toy, it just clicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Andox coin box is designed by Andy Lau&lt;br /&gt;2. That particular toy is a replica of an autographed model&lt;br /&gt;3. You simply LOVE Andy Lau.  (You always sang his songs with heartfelt emotion.  Don't ask me what songs that I heard, I wouldn't know.  I just know that those are his songs.  I remember melodies, NOT the title)&lt;br /&gt;4. And it looks a lot like YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKrKJlDGyEI/AAAAAAAAABk/3AgwFAFKoYQ/s1600-h/andox_toy1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKrKJlDGyEI/AAAAAAAAABk/3AgwFAFKoYQ/s320/andox_toy1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236219782684395586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you happy with the andox coin box, it made me very happy!  *eyes shining with tears of happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the coin box is to help you nurture the virtue of saving...I know that you're rich, but it's always better to start now than later or maybe your case, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke this morning with tears streaming down my face.  It was really wet.  I have no clue what I dreamed last night except I could still feel very heartbroken as if someone important just left me...THAT made me cry some more for no reason...but I stopped myself  before my eyes become swollen.  How could I go to class like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my mosquito coils! Now I can terminate all those blood-sucking fiends in my room.  MUAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-3091779674945033637?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3091779674945033637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=3091779674945033637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/3091779674945033637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/3091779674945033637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-post.html' title='Birthday post'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKrGiCb0g8I/AAAAAAAAABc/2ancGuCqiGY/s72-c/18082008193+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-7976539354961354880</id><published>2008-08-15T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:00:46.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ignore Your Mother's Nagging</title><content type='html'>I really learned my lesson today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has always nagged at me to be careful while crossing the highway when I'm on my way home every Friday.  She always said that Malaysian drivers are an inconsiderate bunch of moronish oafs.  They have no regard for pedestrians...so I have to be careful when I cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY at the bend at a cross junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened this afternoon.  I just got off from the INTI bus after lecture.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the truck that was very far away. It WAS very very far.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I can make it in time if I just ran the 2 meters to safety...but I just HAD to fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that I managed to stop myself from hitting my face and my laptop.  Yeah my first thought was,"Save Laptop!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I scrambled over the other side of the road before the truck passed by...PHEW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, the wounds STING!!!   At first, I thought there would only be some skin scraped off...&lt;br /&gt;So, I remained sprawled at the side of the road for a minute more or so...I didn't move until this Chinese guy got off from a bus to ask me if I needed to see a doctor.  Now that's a kind soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then it registered to my numb brain..."Bloody hell!  There's blood!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my right hand has a lot of the skin scraped off and flesh cut, my right arm was scratched from the upper arm to just below the elbow, bruises on my right side, right thigh, left calf, right knee, left thigh and some deep lacerations on my right knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I was worried then?  "Shoot, my favourite pants is torn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I safely crossed the highway and already near the bus stop opposite Summit, I was thinking, "I have to borrow somebody's washroom...Mum's gonna freak out with all this blood flowing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT STINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even wonder at myself...how did I walk all the way home from Summit?  It was a painful 40-minute walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKV-YmZbgvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/n8F6_K8arsI/s1600-h/pic2+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKV-YmZbgvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/n8F6_K8arsI/s320/pic2+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234729102977237746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKV_xMBteJI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yjhikc6PjwM/s1600-h/pic2+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKV_xMBteJI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yjhikc6PjwM/s320/pic2+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234730624906786962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKWADiST3GI/AAAAAAAAABU/DRvuC2Sa940/s1600-h/pic2+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKWADiST3GI/AAAAAAAAABU/DRvuC2Sa940/s320/pic2+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234730940119637090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the wounds after I cleaned them...they don't look too bad right...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, HELL! They HURT!  Took me over an hour to get all the blood off.&lt;br /&gt;They loook a lot worse up close.  Now they look REALLY worse because it's surrounded in purple.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my only concern is how am I going to get anything done with only one hand?  What's more it's my LEFT hand and I'm right-handed.  This is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me guys, if your mum ever nags you - LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-7976539354961354880?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7976539354961354880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=7976539354961354880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7976539354961354880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/7976539354961354880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-ignore-your-mothers-nagging.html' title='Never Ignore Your Mother&apos;s Nagging'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKV-YmZbgvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/n8F6_K8arsI/s72-c/pic2+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-6990463205510797906</id><published>2008-08-14T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:33:20.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mosquito infestation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKTI1gz_73I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QWtTMFOcOrc/s1600-h/mosquito.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKTI1gz_73I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QWtTMFOcOrc/s320/mosquito.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234529488578015090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet connection in the hostel is so bad that I've been out of touch from the digital world for so long...not that it's killing me.  I have LOADS of homework that helps kill LOTS of time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Ken I'm blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm really annoyed.  I'm being attacked by mostquitoes.  Yes, those annoying, buzzing, poisonous, blood-sucking fiends.  I seem to be  some sort of delicacy, it seems.  They're attacking me especially rather than my roommate.  I've got the sore red marks all over my legs to prove it.  Bruises are starting to appear too and I have no idea where those come from.  Most of them are next to those mosquitoe bites, maybe the pests here are freaking strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I understand these guys need food for survival.  So why can't they just get drunk on one HUGE meal and leave me alone? Rather than playing "touch and sip" with me.  Leaving me with extreme ITCHES...*ARRGH*Trying my best not to scratch*~maybe I should mark "X" on one spot of my leg to show "please land and feed here"...at least the itch will only be in one spot rather than in one million other places~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried almost everything - repellants, those repellants you plug into sockets whatever they're called, cleaned room again and again, use myself as bait while my roommate squishes them.  But they keep coming...uuurrrgghh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKTMkz6GHUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/l1FAG1GXuak/s1600-h/01_10_exhausted_pillow320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKTMkz6GHUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/l1FAG1GXuak/s320/01_10_exhausted_pillow320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234533599692594498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(above image) credits to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://www.mariopochat.com/blog/am1/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'De-mosquitoing' can be Very Tiring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-6990463205510797906?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6990463205510797906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=6990463205510797906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6990463205510797906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6990463205510797906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/mosquito-infestation.html' title='mosquito infestation'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SKTI1gz_73I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QWtTMFOcOrc/s72-c/mosquito.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-1439355976363676477</id><published>2008-08-06T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:49:00.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four frights in 2 days</title><content type='html'>I was frightened FOUR times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to how much a human heart can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Xin Tang screamed when a cat's tail brushed her leg at dinner.  She made everybody else jumped out of their skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Xin Tang screamed again because of the same cat. Louder this time.  My heart practically jumped out of my chest.  (I pity Zhi Weng though, he got the full impact of her scream.  Remind me to never sit beside her during dinner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Accidentally stepped on somebody's ragged boxers when I got out from the car.  Gave me quite the shock.  I thought it was some kind of fluttery six-legged monster.  (Don't ask me why there's a pair of boxers on the road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There was a HUGE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;moth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my room.  After spreading its wings, it's almost as big as my hand.  I may be exaggerating a little bit because I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; frightened.  I don't have a camera to take a picture of it, but i found one on the net which is close enough to the one I saw&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SJmqD-qYJCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PkCosHTRI3o/s1600-h/1656039025_a52f98cad6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SJmqD-qYJCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PkCosHTRI3o/s320/1656039025_a52f98cad6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231399427504612386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body wasn't THAT big but the wings were.  I was too frightened to do anything except waving the broom at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, it flew into the fan and split into half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I gave my fan a wipe for saving me from the furry winged demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; my fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-1439355976363676477?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1439355976363676477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=1439355976363676477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1439355976363676477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/1439355976363676477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-frights-in-2-days.html' title='Four frights in 2 days'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZU1Z6x1TdU/SJmqD-qYJCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PkCosHTRI3o/s72-c/1656039025_a52f98cad6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-6955597497660680691</id><published>2008-07-31T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:03:26.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This week was awfully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;boring. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's no work to start off with yet - yeah, we're lacking text books and lecture notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe there isn't any motivation to study. I'm still more or less enjoying myself. It's kind of hard to actually sit myself down with a BIG book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm continuously looking for more excuses to do &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blogging about how bored I am&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. Read manga&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;7. Talk&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;9. Talk&lt;br /&gt;10.Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching to play badminton. But I can't play here this week!!!! Now I'm missing Ken, Kathir and the rest - they were good sport. *wistful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went singing karaoke for the first time yesterday at Neway, Times Square, KL, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;I surprised myself - I was BORED.  Very sorry my best buddies...Probably I expected too much.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Xin Tang&lt;/span&gt; got me too worked up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride back to campus was "refreshing". I was squished flat onto the monorail sliding door like an insignificant bug. I was pressed and shoved on all sides and I had to stand on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;toes&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, there isn't even enough space for me to plant both my feet on the floor to stand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part was when I received a panic call from Xin Tang, asking where was I. The rest of them couldn't squeezed into the train. And I thought, no wonder I can't see Jwu Shyan's (he's super tall) head anywhere. Then I just HAD to chuckle all the way to sentral...I felt like I was treated like a helpless lost child. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KTM ride back was even better.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We hit rush hour.  KTM became like a moving tin of human bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disadvantages of riding commuters at rush hour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Feeling someone else's butt on yours&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweltering in heat (it's amazing how a few dozens humans in a small commuter car can make such good space heaters, puts generators to shame)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair that smell to the high heavens&lt;br /&gt;4. Bad breaths&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone standing are dangerous ten-pins (Once one falls, everyone falls - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Newton's third law&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;6. Amazingly insensitive irksome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: Never travel at rush hour with pests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-6955597497660680691?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6955597497660680691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=6955597497660680691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6955597497660680691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/6955597497660680691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored_31.html' title='BORED~~'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-4782440058552724591</id><published>2008-07-28T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:58:18.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that time flies by SO FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting in my room in hostel, fingers flying over the keyboard, typing another boring post to kill time before bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my beautiful holidays are already over. I find myself back in the endless cycle of lectures and tutorials.  SIGH.  Life is simply too rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The up side to this is, however, to reunite with my classmates cum friends.  I was over the moon to see them again.  I was bubbling with happiness.  Ridzwan said he went river rafting...wow.  That must have been FUN.  I envy him.  NOT that I would but it's really tempting...I've always wanted to...imagine the rush, the scare, the cooling spray of water.....SIGH.  Yeah right, like I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have Wednesday to look forward to. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more days here and I'll explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis, thanks a lot for the blogskin.  It's BEAUTIFUL.  Took my breath away when I first saw it.  Really.  You're a wonder.  I can understand now why you find the original an eyesore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a GENIUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the stories for now...still no inspiration yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-4782440058552724591?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4782440058552724591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=4782440058552724591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4782440058552724591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/4782440058552724591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-469533454839603325</id><published>2008-07-27T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:50:38.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Dreams</title><content type='html'>Have you ever feel frustrated because you know that you had a very important dream but you just cannot remember it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are always nightmares.  I can wake up panting, as if i just ran a 100 metre-sprint. There are times when my forehead and neck are drenched in cold sweat, my heart racing in my chest and I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, feeling absolutely restless - but not knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how I knew I had a nightmare.  I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it - the breathlessness, the tears, the uncontrollable shivering and the fright.  I am usually too scared to go back to the black slumber for fear of succumbing into whatever that was terrifying me in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i tried to recall the dream, i just couldn't.  The more I tried, the more it slips away.  It's almost like trying to hold water in your hands.  the water just trickles away between your fingers.  This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frustrates&lt;/span&gt; me.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; that I want to remember the horror that terrorize my night rest.  I was curious, somehow, what could it be so frightening that made my mind shy away from the memory of it, in an attempt to protect my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's not nightmares.  Sometimes they are premonitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I felt my day was a deja vu when i realized I felt like I had dreamt it all before but I couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.  I think this post is way too serious.  It just popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start with a story sometime soon.  That might be more entertaining... Please look forward  to it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! ~vern signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-469533454839603325?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/469533454839603325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=469533454839603325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/469533454839603325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/469533454839603325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/remembering-dreams.html' title='Remembering Dreams'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168179953285131286.post-2454030176923192782</id><published>2008-07-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:11:15.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best driver award</title><content type='html'>okay, i've this personal list of the top 10 best drivers that i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who's name is on the list - congratulations!!!! *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who's not - too bad - try harder guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumroll please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad&lt;br /&gt;2. Ken Hon (jangan perasan! u may be surpassed one day!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ethan&lt;br /&gt;4. Jwu shyan&lt;br /&gt;5. Ji Yung&lt;br /&gt;6. Phei Veon&lt;br /&gt;7. Tit Yee&lt;br /&gt;8. Zhi Weng&lt;br /&gt;9. Kein Yip (sorry loh, but i got too many jerks, wasn't comfortable)&lt;br /&gt;10. Jin Tik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this list is subject to changes...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just something random....&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this bores you...i'll find some topics of interest tml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until tml, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168179953285131286-2454030176923192782?l=myparellelworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2454030176923192782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168179953285131286&amp;postID=2454030176923192782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2454030176923192782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168179953285131286/posts/default/2454030176923192782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparellelworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-driver-award.html' title='best driver award'/><author><name>vern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04076013014340816515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
