<?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-110326089699021335</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:35:57.665+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Activities'/><category term='Secondary School'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='Study'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Luck'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Band'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Chit Chat'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Laughter'/><category term='Drive'/><category term='Hang Out'/><category term='Sweet'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Festivals'/><category term='Journal'/><category term='Emotional'/><category term='Work'/><category term='BOSL'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Bored'/><category term='High School'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>불완전성을 반영하고</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is short. Live it to the fullest without regrets. You'll be expecting surprises just by living everyday like its your day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2326033391868529236</id><published>2012-01-26T20:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:35:57.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah and Andrea</title><content type='html'>The few hours out with them were totally precious! Because Sarah can only spare a little time for Andrea and I so we make sure we had the time of our lives. We took many photos like crazy! Hahaha. I enjoyed the time I had with them. The more we did was exchanging our stories that each of us had missed out on each other. Rarely do we keep in touch but our friendship is stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lzwup3QvdUw/TyFEXMUKYBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ae-hRKT02aY/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lzwup3QvdUw/TyFEXMUKYBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ae-hRKT02aY/s320/2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEg30icCJT8/TyFEZ_VA-zI/AAAAAAAAAco/BGSJCyTU84c/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEg30icCJT8/TyFEZ_VA-zI/AAAAAAAAAco/BGSJCyTU84c/s320/4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFLOHgNb2MM/TyFEc60OTAI/AAAAAAAAAcw/k5Z_Xn2a7_o/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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It's sweet right? HAHAHA. We rarely meet. So as we got the chance, we just do whatever we can together. Just a few hours and we summarized our university experience, talked about some boys, about some spoit brats and jealous bitches and well practically everything that has been happening in our lives. Not gossiping ya. Just talking facts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~ Love you girls loadz ~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2326033391868529236?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2326033391868529236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/sarah-and-andrea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2326033391868529236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2326033391868529236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/sarah-and-andrea.html' title='Sarah and Andrea'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lzwup3QvdUw/TyFEXMUKYBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ae-hRKT02aY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6884240198418052415</id><published>2012-01-26T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:02:54.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins were here.</title><content type='html'>I hadnt been blogging because I'm lazy. Hahaha. Its sem break for me and many others. One thing, not many will drop by to read. Most of my read to see whats up with my life in the university. Now that I'm back in Ipoh and bored as ever as usual. These days Ive been spending time with my family so I didnt really went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6qG4rEX8FY/TyE0KVOnPvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/EGPdmX80ebw/s1600/2012-01-25+16.23.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6qG4rEX8FY/TyE0KVOnPvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/EGPdmX80ebw/s320/2012-01-25+16.23.00.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8qB5L3IBFk/TyE0OCFyx-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/6tJ0eHQzWQM/s1600/2012-01-25+16.23.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8qB5L3IBFk/TyE0OCFyx-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/6tJ0eHQzWQM/s320/2012-01-25+16.23.10.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDwGWgWVwmM/TyE0Q1W-aLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6e2UBGeSquk/s1600/2012-01-25+16.23.35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDwGWgWVwmM/TyE0Q1W-aLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6e2UBGeSquk/s320/2012-01-25+16.23.35.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvS4gnd86Eg/TyE0VOYMDlI/AAAAAAAAAb4/e8DYEhzM-dE/s1600/2012-01-25+16.23.43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvS4gnd86Eg/TyE0VOYMDlI/AAAAAAAAAb4/e8DYEhzM-dE/s320/2012-01-25+16.23.43.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatime again and again....those pictures were yesterday. My cousin had roasted milk tea with aloevera and he said "ISH...taste like shit!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is like that. Because those fellas told us that the we have to wait 20 minutes for pearls so we said nevermind. When we got there to get our orders, I see loads of pearls. WTH. The person working at the counter was an ass too. Screw him. Dont wanna take orders properly dont work lo. Haiyooo... Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days before, my other cousin was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fdQqTKslqU/TyE7W45-tQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/RbKyEJVJqE4/s1600/cousin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fdQqTKslqU/TyE7W45-tQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/RbKyEJVJqE4/s320/cousin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xakqSk3T_k/TyE7X_BI5ZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AsJYmRBlouU/s1600/cousin1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xakqSk3T_k/TyE7X_BI5ZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AsJYmRBlouU/s1600/cousin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yI4PcVG8wuI/TyE7ZX8SIXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZSZe882St1g/s1600/cousin2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yI4PcVG8wuI/TyE7ZX8SIXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZSZe882St1g/s1600/cousin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9EQlVioOO4/TyE7b_waFaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wZqOJ24NbtE/s1600/jo+yeng.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9EQlVioOO4/TyE7b_waFaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wZqOJ24NbtE/s320/jo+yeng.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..thats about it. Nothing much. When you talk to your cousins, you cant actually explain what you had talked about because all you talk to them is crap. So thats how it is. &amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6884240198418052415?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6884240198418052415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/cousins-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6884240198418052415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6884240198418052415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/cousins-were-here.html' title='Cousins were here.'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6qG4rEX8FY/TyE0KVOnPvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/EGPdmX80ebw/s72-c/2012-01-25+16.23.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-5409269601309562665</id><published>2012-01-23T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:27:30.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 DAYS RESERVED FOR ANDREA</title><content type='html'>Okay...Its a bit tooooo late to blog about this but I'm having such fun with Andrea for 2 days since Saturday. She was so excited about getting flowers and was blur about the reaction that she was supposed give and she texted me Saturday morning saying "wanna go breakfast??" LOL. So yea. I went. I thought I didnt want to wake up. Just wanna stay home all day but I do love listening to her. Watch her blush all the way talking about someone she loves. HAHAHAHA. They'd better get together soon. Hoping hoping!! *Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to De Garden and to disappointedly found out that Chatime was closed under renovation. So, we went to Jusco as Andrea wanted to change the t-shirt size that she bought for her dad and brother. She was surprised that both her dad and brother needed the shirt a size bigger. HAHAHAHA. Time flies. You'll never know when people around had grown up to. LOL. I saw Jia Wei working there. As cute as ever still. Took out coffee at Big Apple's and here we go with Andrea's check in XD We talked and talked. Then we went to her house to catch on a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallpapersmovie.com/images/wallpapers/Dear_John_love-958743.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://www.wallpapersmovie.com/images/wallpapers/Dear_John_love-958743.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always missed out on movies. HAHAHA. I always wonder where Ive been when these kinda movies were going on. I love this movie!!! OMG. She borrowed me the book. Gonna start reading it soon. By night time we have our movie marathon. Andrea came for a sleepover. We watched Monte Carlo, Material Girls and Ella Enchanted. Chick flicks and fairytales. Ngek ngek. Both of us like 2 princesses only. I have to admit we both are indeed very fussy pots. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I did her nails at 4am right after our movie.&lt;br /&gt;Look it out on facebook. All's there. XD I damn lazy to put up pictures thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 5am and woke up around 11 I think and again we went for coffee at my aunts shop. After that, we went out to fetch Jerome. I feel like a light bulb. ANYWAY...After that, KBOX! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Shouting up and down like nobody's business singing songs from singers with high pitched and heavy vocals. Killing my voice. =.= As always, we enjoyed it. AGAIN, I went to her house and we watched Made Of Honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/01/23/made-of-honour-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/01/23/made-of-honour-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love between the best of friends. Its hard to have a guy best friend but its awesome to have one. Eventually one would fall for the other. Hahaha. How? I dont know. It just did. I wish to watch this again. I hope they show it again on FMP or HBO. Sweeeeet movie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there goes my days for Andrea Ong. Hahahaha. We just have lots to talk about =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-5409269601309562665?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5409269601309562665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-days-reserved-for-andrea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5409269601309562665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5409269601309562665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-days-reserved-for-andrea.html' title='2 DAYS RESERVED FOR ANDREA'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2292248456971620675</id><published>2012-01-21T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:07:00.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad Is A Daughter's First Prince Charming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1112.photobucket.com/albums/k488/sqacct7/Topic%20Photos/Section%20F/fatherdaughterquotes-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1112.photobucket.com/albums/k488/sqacct7/Topic%20Photos/Section%20F/fatherdaughterquotes-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess that quote above is for people who really have awesome dads in their lives. Not for me. Broken families will always have problems no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my sister's friend, her dad is always so keen to take her out when he comes back. Her mum doesn't mind at all. After all, they are blood-related right? Nobody can stop a biological father from meeting his biological daughter. His dad is tooooo keen to take her out until she has to cancel plans with her friends, sacrifice a few hours of studies despite the exam early next morning and keeping her phone away for those few hours being with her dad. I wonder if that's called force instead of love~ I know how hard &amp;nbsp;doing what her father wants her to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least that situation is better than mine. My family now consist of me and my 3 younger siblings, my mum and my stepdad. Its not that I'm not happy with my life..I am! I am grateful for what I have and I aint complaining. When I start hearing about my biological dad again, I really&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;know what to&amp;nbsp;respond&amp;nbsp;anymore. I had lacked a lot of love from my dad 6 years ago. He remarried and my stepmum&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;like me nor my siblings. She&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;allow my dad to meet us not does she allow us to meet him. Bummer huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not seen my dad more than half a year now. The last time I saw him was when I was heavily sick with fever, gastric, flu, cough, throat infection all one shot and it lasted a week. At that critical moment, my mum&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;around. Nobody was able to help me as I was crying in pain in the middle of the night. That feeling was hell. He took me to the doctor after my maid called him up and he actually hesitated. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every girl's first man is her dad. Some people were born without a dad. I am lucky to have one. Just not worth to care for it. I would do anything if he asked me to but I will not care about what's going on. Whether my siblings are complaining about our dad&amp;nbsp;hadn't&amp;nbsp;been visiting, whether my siblings are cursing our stepmum or even whether complaining who's fault is whose. I had been a good listener but Ill be shutting my ears for this. I do not want to suffer all these anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trusted my instincts from the day I met my stepmum. Before they got married up, she was so nice and all but her 'nice' was making me throw up. I did not like her. I did not say a word when my dad said he was coming to pick us up to have dinner with her. All I did was follow. I did not want to hurt my dad's feelings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was once I actually complained about her to my dad, cursing her in front of my dad because I&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;stand the way she treated my younger siblings. My dad scolded me for being disrespectful. Just because my younger siblings were still young,&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;mean they can be pushed around. If only I could slap her then...but I knew what would happen next. I&amp;nbsp;didn't. My intentions was to protect my siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad followed what she said. She didnt want him to meet us, spend a single cent on us, ask him to tell us that he got no time for us. I just told my mum today, if something happen to one of us siblings, will he come? My mum scolded me for being negative. I dont wish it to be my siblings, I hope something just hit me to the hospital there. From there Ill know whether I'm more important or SHE is more important. From there, Ill know the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not want to be a princess in my daddy's eyes. I just want to live my life. With or without a dad to love, I can live with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.hsj.org/DesktopModules/ASNE/ASNE.Newspapers/ResizeImage.aspx?url=http://s3.amazonaws.com/asnemedia/d33b9036-6bbd-4682-b557-7276bdd5fded-sadblackandwhitecryinggirlintense-a59ce7a986f348494dcc1a03a75dfb0a_h.jpg&amp;amp;width=511&amp;amp;height=371&amp;amp;format=jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://my.hsj.org/DesktopModules/ASNE/ASNE.Newspapers/ResizeImage.aspx?url=http://s3.amazonaws.com/asnemedia/d33b9036-6bbd-4682-b557-7276bdd5fded-sadblackandwhitecryinggirlintense-a59ce7a986f348494dcc1a03a75dfb0a_h.jpg&amp;amp;width=511&amp;amp;height=371&amp;amp;format=jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;Hurts knowing people who have dads, don't appreciate their dads.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a complicated life but I love it because of the wonderful people in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2292248456971620675?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2292248456971620675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/dad-is-daughters-first-prince-charming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2292248456971620675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2292248456971620675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/dad-is-daughters-first-prince-charming.html' title='Dad Is A Daughter&apos;s First Prince Charming?'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8244460473333572919</id><published>2012-01-19T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:47:13.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Non-Stop =D</title><content type='html'>If I were to stay under one roof with this girl - ANDREA ONG - We can talk like everyday with everything. It's good knowing friends understand what you are going through. We need each other. We have different weaknesses and different strengths but as different as both of us can be, our FRIENDSHIP is stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ3L0hiP4wU/Txb03nxPkgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Fj8W7onwW6M/s1600/andrea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ3L0hiP4wU/Txb03nxPkgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Fj8W7onwW6M/s320/andrea.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7VpmjLcXeI/Txb09F4lZoI/AAAAAAAAAac/YueQQSMbV-w/s1600/andrea2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7VpmjLcXeI/Txb09F4lZoI/AAAAAAAAAac/YueQQSMbV-w/s320/andrea2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, we are seriously weird girls wey. HAHAHAHA. You are not like any other girls just like me. Thats one good reason why me, you and Sarah clique well. We are all so different! I'm still very very happy to see you smile when you talk about HIM. Hahaha. I really hoped that you and him work out well soon. I'm waiting for the good news. Forget what you should forget and start a new. If you cannot forget, come find me. Ill make you forget =P Like you always said, life is short, do what you need to do. Do not let this one go. You know it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl means so much for me. She knows things. She really hopes that I hold on tight to this one too. My faith for the new is still a bit shaky. I'm trying my best to really be confident about this. All I need is just a bit more time. I want to see how things go and grow. I want to see if this guy is really meant for me. Many questions pop into my mind everytime I think of starting a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he the right one?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be heartbroken again?&lt;br /&gt;Whats gonna happen in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Does he have time for an attention seeker like me?&lt;br /&gt;Can he handle me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just shakes me inside out. I need to clear out something. My doubts and fears. I havent any idea how to do that. I'm taking every advice possible to clear things out one by one until I'm willing to give my heart to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our topics not only concern me and her but also other people. As we grow older, people change and things happen. It may be a good thing, it may be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young girls getting married? Reason? Don't know but its definitely not pregnant. Its cool to get married young but at this era, people would be thinking why? For me, I would say future comes first. As loving as a couple can be, a woman needs education. In case shit happens, at least she's got education to work to survive on her own. Getting married with just an SPM cert, I doubt. I really do. Come on...which girl doesnt want to get married anyway? LOL. What matters is, the right one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, friends getting stalked. When you know that you had broken up with this girl/guy, it means its over between BOTH of you. Why go all the way stalking people and making people's life miserable? You are making the other person feel inferior and living in the shadows because of you not being able to let go. If she/he commit suicides because of the pressure, will u be able to forgive yourself? Seriously, just let go. Don't leave someone in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting beat up by your boyfriend? OMG. What kinda people are there living in this world? I hate idiots like this. Some guys will never treat a girl right. When you know this guy would beat you, he does not deserve you at all. Every girl wants to be loved not a one night stand, not being their punching bag. Some guys think they can go around playing with girls and beating them with their pleasure. Please go rot in hell. The gates of hell open wide enough for you to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good guys being dumped. Wasted. Having someone to drive you back and forth and making time for u effortlessly and giving you what you want? I'M DYING FOR A GUY LIKE THIS! I feel sad for a guy like this. I would hang on tight for this guy even if it costs me. Where do you ever find a loyal, selfless, loving and financially stable guy like this? I'd melt. LOL. Totally Prince Charming. Don't regret later when he found someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are SOME of the topics we talked on earlier and yeah..I thought its good enough to share it out to some of you girls and guys out there. To work out a relationship, both have to stand up for it. If only one person is working on it, the relationship is broken. I know that feeling because that was my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea said she would loved to study 'guys'. Blur and weird as they can be, we all wanna know what they think. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-8244460473333572919?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8244460473333572919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/talking-non-stop-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8244460473333572919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8244460473333572919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/talking-non-stop-d.html' title='Talking Non-Stop =D'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ3L0hiP4wU/Txb03nxPkgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Fj8W7onwW6M/s72-c/andrea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4405745650874330139</id><published>2012-01-18T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T02:38:17.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart's Desire</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you wish so much that you can understand what your heart really wants.&amp;nbsp;Like when you are a kid. You want many things but you'll never get it because your parents just don't want to spoil you. We will never get what we want when we were kids huh? I remember that. Hahahaha. Time passes so quickly. I'm getting older =.=&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/holy_cow_im_21_birthday_tshirts_and_gifts_postcard-p239009637153970119z8iat_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/holy_cow_im_21_birthday_tshirts_and_gifts_postcard-p239009637153970119z8iat_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be turning 21 soon. I know how mature I had grown to be yet I don't know whether I made the right choices in life. What I desired to study, I never got to do it because of my mum. She said if I do this course, what will I be in the future? I might not have a future. I do as my mum wanted me to be. A teacher. I went into this course and study just like how I used to study in school as much as I hated the subjects. I guess its true that sometimes what you study is not what you will end up to be. As much as I do not desire to be a teacher, I hope God has another career path for me and teaching would be optional then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tobintouch.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/fork-in-the-road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://tobintouch.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/fork-in-the-road.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having interest in someone? I can tell you that I heal fast from the break up and moving on fast to another person of my interest. I guess its because I had been abandoned too long to realize it. After a break up, I realize better that I'm now very cautious of the person I'm interested in. As much as I put trust in him, as much as he gives me attention, as much as he would do anything for me, as much as he would try to keep me safe and warm, I'm still cautious. I am still not ready for a new relationship. When? Time will tell. I just can't tell what my heart wants. Sometimes questions pop out of the blue asking myself whether I really want this. I'm waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/m5/lc/18/imilovehim.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/m5/lc/18/imilovehim.gif" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met up with Andrea today and we had a chat. She told me about this friend who goes for another guy abandoning the current one. According to her, this guy is a really sweet and loyal guy who would abandon his work halfway just to see her when she's sick. I was wishing my ex was like this but it will never happen. We can now only hope for the future. Its really wasted to missed out on a guy like that. It's so hard to find such loyal and loving guy nowadays. If I had this kinda guy, I will never ever let him go. But its alright for this friend of ours. Let her do what she loves to do. Its okay. If that is really her decision, we can only say OKAY. I hope she wont regret losing on a guy like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profilephotocovers.com/covers/bands/someonelikeyoulyrics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://profilephotocovers.com/covers/bands/someonelikeyoulyrics.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I make the right choices. Choices of my life that would affect my future. As much as I would take the risk, I don't want to get hurt anymore. I'm tired of getting hurt. I just wish to smile like an angel would give =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4405745650874330139?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4405745650874330139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/hearts-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4405745650874330139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4405745650874330139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/hearts-desire.html' title='Heart&apos;s Desire'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2638959270600239743</id><published>2012-01-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:10:49.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thinking</title><content type='html'>Went out for lunch at McD with my SAKAI gang. The usual Chee Meng, Kasturi and Faris. Praveen the number 1 sakai is not back yet from his jungle treehouse XD Hahaha. He will be back on the 24th and we'll be waiting to bash him up a little. Well, practically I will bash him up just a little =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We talked about our university lives. How was our stay, the food, the friends, the travelling out, the securities...Not much of a different from mine but its good to hear because its funny. Hahaha. We tell each other how we met this kinda person and that kinda person. Obviously uni life was different. We were saying how boring people in university can be. Where was the fun we used to have in school? The people in universities are way too mature and adult-ish. PLEEEEASSSEEE........We just gotta find the right people and I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day with them today. Will be seeing them tomorrow I guess =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravina wants me to blog more on what is on my mind. I have many things on my mind but I don't know how to express it on blog. Maybe on paper but not on blog. Hahaha. Ill try my best though. Well people, some quotes came across my mind today and also during my lunch with my friends. Practically the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;1) A PERSON WHO TRULY LOVES YOU WILL NEVER LET YOU GO NO MATTER HOW HARD THE SITUATION IS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I broke up I wonder why he didnt stood up for the relationship. He didn't say a word. From what Faris said, he probably wasnt keen in the relationship anymore too. From there I guess its true. It kept me wondering a moment there. I reckon he wasnt as upset as I thought he would be. I really don't think that he would be upset. He doesnt need me either from my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;2) WHEN SOMEONE LOVES YOU, THEY DON'T HAVE TO SAY IT. YOU CAN TELL BY THE WAY THEY TREAT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I believe this. People who loves you will do anything to stay by your side even in doing the most littlest tinniest things like bringing you a cup of coffee, making you smile, send you a text message....if the someone who really loves you, they will do anything just to make you feel warm, protective and loved in their arms. They would just do ANYTHING for you. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;3) YOU WERE BORN WITH THE ABILITY TO CHANGE SOMEONE'S LIFE. DON'T WASTE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I believe a few people would&amp;nbsp;categorize&amp;nbsp;me into this. I know I did change someone's life and this boy was in my school. I don't know how many people's life have I changed but I know a few. The ones that I know, I changed their lives to be better. I'm not sure if I did change anyone's life indirectly. I wish to know. Whether good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;4) PURE LOVE IS A WILLINGNESS TO GIVE WITHOUT A THOUGHT OF RECEIVING ANYTHING IN RETURN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pure love is the love between you and your family, you and CERTAIN friends and you and your life partner. Family..&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;.the love will always be there. I know I would do anything for my family even if it means giving up my life for them. Friends......giving so much for the wrong person, I only get a lesson in return. Giving so much for the right ones, I actually gained the true meaning of happiness =) Life partner......I would give him all that I have without hesitation and ask nothing in return. All I ever wanted to see is the smile carved on his face and that's all that matters. Because he is my life partner, he is equivalent to my family. My life =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;5) DON'T MAKE HER WAIT FOR YOU JUST BECAUSE YOU KNOW SHE WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As much as SHE will wait is as much as HE will wait...Now that's love between two people...HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;6) BIG OR SMALL, LIES ARE LIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hated and despise people who loves telling me bullshit and telling me 'white lies'. I can tell when they are telling me shit. Sorry to say but people who can seriously lie right in front of my face, they have the biggest possibility of not moving on into my future. I'm leaving you behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;7) NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO JUDGE YOU BECAUSE NO ONE REALLY KNOWS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH. THEY MAY HAVE HEARD YOUR STORIES BUT THEY HAVE NEVER ONCE FELT WHAT WAS FELT IN YOUR HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone has their dilemma and problems. Don't make as if you're the only one who has problems. Start thinking of others. Don't judge me that I broke up because of another guy. If you think that way, its your freaking choice. I don't care. As long as I know why I broke up.&lt;br /&gt;- Be happy with your life that you have both parents. I went through hell with my family when I was in Form 2 and imagine how old my siblings were at that time. You think its that easy to smile and laugh last time? You will never understand what it means to be in a broken family. One reason affecting me for really searching for the right guy to have a family with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;8) FORGIVING PEOPLE WHO HAVE HURT YOU IS YOUR GIFT TO THEM. FORGETTING PEOPLE WHO HAVE HURT YOU IS YOUR GIFT TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is for &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Andrea Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I know many people hurt you in many ways in your life and it's horrible. I really hope and pray that you stop having dreams that there's someone hurting you. I don't want to see you get hurt for real. I know you always forgive people around you. You have a great heart to do that but remember to forget them as well. It will do you good. I love you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;9) THE KEY TO FAILURE IS TRYING TO PLEASE EVERYBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is for &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;RAVINA DEVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Do not be too kind-hearted to people that don't know you're worth. I have seen you grown stronger since the day I met you. I remember how you used to please your housemates pretty much. Until now, I know you're still pleasing people out there. Some people have no life than making your life miserable. You have your own life to only please yourself and please the people you love. Life is short. Don't please those idiots out there. Not worth it AT ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;10) LIFE IS TOO SHORT. SMILE WHILE YOU STILL HAVE TEETH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is especially for my best friend, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;JACK CHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. You know what I mean. Ravina and Andrea knows it too. I don't want you to not able to smile when you graduate, when you get married, when you have kids...to actually say it, NOT BEING ABLE TO SMILE before you grow old. HAHAHAHA!! I will not take away your precious sweets, chocolates and caramels. When you know you need to refrain from taking it, remember to give it to me so that I can enjoy what you can't &amp;nbsp;=P&lt;br /&gt;P/S - SORRY FOR BEING MEAN!!! =PPPP *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ABOUT IT~&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had blogged more than enough today. Ravina, here you go! The almost list of things up in my mind. HAHAHA. Take care yea =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2638959270600239743?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2638959270600239743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2638959270600239743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2638959270600239743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-thinking.html' title='More Thinking'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-130799581004175928</id><published>2012-01-13T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T02:55:50.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Need?</title><content type='html'>Those who are reading this: YES! I'm gonna be in Ipoh until the 18th February and I'm ready to take dates, Who's ready to take me out? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Anyway, I finished my final paper today and I came home feeling really good. I always miss home no matter what. When I miss something here, definitely I would be missing something there. My 2 best friends. Oh well. Chinese New Year this year, I dont know what to do exactly. I'm so used to being single that when I was single, all I do was sleep. How lifeless my life was before I enter Form 6. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not plan a single thing. All I think of is coming back home. I guess I'm gonna spend more time at home although I have nothing to do. Guess I dont mind anyway. Sleeping is the best especially when you wana escape from reality for a moment. Practically a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfreewallpapers.net/cartoons/wallpapers/sleeping-snoopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.myfreewallpapers.net/cartoons/wallpapers/sleeping-snoopy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really wished some people who usually &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dont give a damn&lt;/span&gt; about me suddenly asked me why did I break up. Its between 2 people. Not the circle of people that you know. Just close friends to give a thorough explanation is enough. The world doesnt need to know why I break up do they? Usually when 2 people fall apart, there are many reasons behind it. You want to know? &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Come ask me personally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask me this, I really feel like I've lost faith in falling in love all over again. People always say you both are really matching. Guess I'm the picky and fussy one here. The usual. I'm fussy with everything. I do not want the best. I only want what suits me and usually thats what I like but I want things in the most rational way possible. Not like some childish bitch who would act as if they will die if they dont get this or that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need a guy who can ignore me for more than half a day. Everything seems to be more important. Like as if I'm at the bottom of the list. Guess I am. I'm really losing faith in love day by day. I cant help it. If only someone can bring back the faith in love, Ill make sure thats the last guy that I'm ever gonna fall for. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what I hope and want. IF I do get one person in life who could fulfill it, consider myself lucky that I will never let this person go! Its unlikely to have someone this PERFECT (to me la.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want A GUY&lt;/u&gt; who :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can handle me well because I'm a very complicated person to handle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can give me freedom but yet at the same time make me feel secure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Knows what I need without asking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can accept me the way I am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would keep arguing with me when he knows I'm wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can hug me&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;and say 'It's okay'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is able to spend time with me although there are more important things to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Understands me well enough&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doesnt mind listening to me all night on the phone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is able to live through my tantrums and still able to make me smile and laugh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can love me with all his heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most importantly, HE can tell me he loves me everyday without fail and never leaves me alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendster.layoutlocator.com/graphics/dldimg/9ab4eca78190215cfd268ebec21667f2_leanne228.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://friendster.layoutlocator.com/graphics/dldimg/9ab4eca78190215cfd268ebec21667f2_leanne228.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is generally what kinda guys do girls prefer. There are no such guys :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is love, not things. If things are to show love, nobody would do anything romantic anymore. From what I learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"INTENTION IS BETTER THAN ACTIONS"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its not what you do. Its what you intent to do. Your intentions are more important. When you know your intentions in doing something, SOMEHOW you'll find a way to do it which is action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again...guys, girls DO NOT need materials...or should I say girls like me. Try showing someone you love without spending. It could made her day most special. :) *My opinion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://johngloverspeaks.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/iNeedYouBWEmo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://johngloverspeaks.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/iNeedYouBWEmo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm waiting for my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Prince Charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to ask for my hand in another possible 6 to 8 years time.&lt;br /&gt;Every girl's dream is to live happily ever after with the person she loves. Not many lasted. Ill make sure mine's a total fairytale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm asking too much. XD Forget what I said =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-130799581004175928?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/130799581004175928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/130799581004175928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/130799581004175928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-i-need.html' title='What Do I Need?'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4613300592544837140</id><published>2012-01-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:52:03.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Paper Tomorrow!!</title><content type='html'>ANDDDD....Back to Ipoh tomorrow!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;Still packing my things. I thought I have very little to pack but in fact, there are actually a lot =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadnt been blogging lately because I was in Subang Jaya with Ravina. Stayed in Uncle Tan's house since Saturday till today but Ravina went back earlier because of family problems. I had shopped to the max by covering the whole Sungei Wang with Ravina and Yashwin for a total of 2 1/2 hours, the whole of Sunway Pyramid with Ravina for about 5 hours, the whole of Subang Parade and Empire for 2 hours in total and 2 floors of Time Square for about 3 hours with my aunt. Thats for the days. Those few hours in a day, I had time to study too. I know I'm an awesome shopper. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I studied on my own for the past 2 days and I'm not exactly sure I remember what I had read. Goodness. Hopefully I remember. 40 objective shots only wert. Sap sap sui XD Should be alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised since all the diarrhea that I had, I cant eat much already. I can be full very very quick which is not good. I know I still want to eat but my stomach doesnt wanna take it. I would feel overly bloated that I could barely walk. This is what Tanjung Malim had done to me and I do not like it =.= Lost all my appetite for food!!! Ishhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came back to Tanjung Malim today, I couldnt feel myself anymore. Get so sick of this place. Besides, I had been here for only one semester. Mind my words. ONE SEMESTER! ONE FRIGGIN SEMESTER!!! How do I live for the next 7 semesters T.T &amp;nbsp;When I saw Jack, I realised how much I missed him. When I saw Ravina, I realised I missed her even more!! This is one thing about this uni. It had brought the 3 of us together and its the best FRIENDSHIP I had so far in life after Ng Pui San and Esther and also Andrea and Sarah. My group has always 3 people why? Its just the way it is :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, going back to IPOH!! whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all about it. Good luck to me!! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4613300592544837140?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4613300592544837140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/final-paper-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4613300592544837140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4613300592544837140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/final-paper-tomorrow.html' title='Final Paper Tomorrow!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-3771303061743165589</id><published>2012-01-03T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:41:02.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing Is A Good Life Lesson</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year, please come quick @.@&lt;br /&gt;OHKAYYYY...I'm not dying for Chinese New Year, just dying for a real break. Term break which is 2 weeks from now. Waiting waiting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams just started this morning. Tomorrow will be another exam and the next and also the day after. Hmm =/ Just gonna get ready to blast everything by doing all I can although I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can go super depressed after the exam for they know the mistakes they have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST RULE TO FOLLOW AFTER EXAM... &amp;gt;&amp;gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;RE-CHECK YOUR ANSWERS FROM YOUR BOOK&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;UNLESS YOU ARE SURE THAT YOU GOT IT RIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some people can be super duper awesome by saying &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ONE down, FOUR to go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD SAY &amp;gt;&amp;gt; Exam is only ONE SMALL TINY PART of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you fail because you didnt study, nobody can help you.&lt;br /&gt;If you fail because you had tried your very best, its a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had failed COUNTLESS TIMES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cried over it COUNTLESS TIMES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pick myself back up COUNTLESS TIMES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Failing AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;Crying AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;Pulling myself back up AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a never ending routine. Until we grown older, we will still learn to fail and learn to pick ourselves up and re-fail it again. It's normal. God knows what hell had I went through in my life. I hate it very much. I really really hated my life for whatever happened. I used to be very jealous of people who have a perfect family, who have awesome elder brothers and sisters and who have people to shower them with a lot of love and care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fail in studies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fail in friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fail in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It never stop me from trying again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the break up, I had lost faith in love. Like in Andrea's post in her blog, I actually thought I could have a &amp;nbsp;future being with this guy. Looks like I'm wrong. God must be re-writing my love story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flikieapp02.appspot.com/2c9b4f0ca3fb4508872ddd1605d89c18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://flikieapp02.appspot.com/2c9b4f0ca3fb4508872ddd1605d89c18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God wants me to be with many different people to learn from them. I just dont know how to handle a broken heart. It's bad. Verrrryyyyy bad. Oh well. Failure. I'm learning to love again but I'm not sure whether to take the risk or not. Hmm....Not easy at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S - I think I'm falling in love again ~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~Send me away with the words of a love song~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-3771303061743165589?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3771303061743165589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/failing-is-good-life-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3771303061743165589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3771303061743165589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/failing-is-good-life-lesson.html' title='Failing Is A Good Life Lesson'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2524529849238342077</id><published>2012-01-02T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:26:17.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break TIME!!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been an awesome study week with Jack and Ravina although in the beginning, Jack was in his hometown and at the end, Ravina was back in her hometown. Somehow, although I'm in no good with technologies, I'm thankful that Skype is available for us to see face to face and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Skype, we can hear Ravina's epic laugh. Its a trademark. =D We can laugh all day eventhough we are far apart. I LIKE! Hahaha. Having Jack around the house isnt much of a help as he is a kid with a big heart for cameras, games and television. Cant help it. Taking his 'toys' away will cause me big trouble. He will complain until my ear drops and disappears =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow while studying, we can turn some linguistics word into tongue twister. It was really funny for Jack to say it. He cant twist his tongues like we can. Screw up although only with 3 words in a sentence. Everyday without FAIL we can keep laughing and laughing and laughing!! This is the best group of friends I ever had. It's EPIC and CRAZY! I love it! Now THIS IS LIFE!! whee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwna3eWIOL0/TwCGZAMyJYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/SnM-_mDcqhc/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+19.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwna3eWIOL0/TwCGZAMyJYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/SnM-_mDcqhc/s320/Video+call+snapshot+19.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to Ravina for this shot! &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now this is something cute for you to admire! Hahahaha. Ravina and I was LAUGHING NON-STOP at this! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I cant stop smiling at this picture and laughing at it in my heart! I love this shot really XDDDD This shot is the crazy moment after we finish our grammar. Last of everything to be studied. Finished studying...this is actually the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During PMR - Didnt finish studying History and Geography&lt;br /&gt;During SPM - Didnt finish Biology, Chemistry and Add Maths&lt;br /&gt;During STPM - Didnt finish Economics and Business Studies&lt;br /&gt;During first sem of Uni - Finished? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its done, I only have the rough idea. I know I finished it but I'm not sure whether I can answer it all. I'm not aiming for First Class Honors already as my courseworks were not that good thanks to 'some' lecturer being bias. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna REvise again tomorrow!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;After the Grammar, here comes another pictureeeee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XD_1A5BWuw4/TwCIjXD88zI/AAAAAAAAAZE/f0UusrMynZE/s1600/2012-01-02+00.19.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XD_1A5BWuw4/TwCIjXD88zI/AAAAAAAAAZE/f0UusrMynZE/s320/2012-01-02+00.19.17.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;DOTA-ing after a couple of hours of Grammar. Oh well...dont ask me why there are no picture of me. As usual, I dont :) Thats about it. Time for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cizo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/110326089699021335-2524529849238342077?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2524529849238342077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/break-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2524529849238342077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2524529849238342077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/break-time.html' title='Break TIME!!!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwna3eWIOL0/TwCGZAMyJYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/SnM-_mDcqhc/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4190963734065849364</id><published>2012-01-01T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:13:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>It was New Year's Eve when I had a day out with my godbrother, John Yeam to Chatime where Jack was also dying to go. I only went once with Eujin and Kay Lynn and now I'm bringing other people already. Hahahaha. I wanted to study today actually but Ravina wasnt free. Oh welllllll......SOOOO, we end up lepaking all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since I saw John. Seeing him today with that long hair of his, fighting with him, arguing with him, pinching his face, slapping his friggin face and running around my living room reminds me VERY much of my school days. We used to chase each other in the school grounds after school, screwing him up in front of my class, pulling his ear during choir and more of face pinching as usual. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss school. I really do. I miss all the action and happenings that used to be so friggin CRAZY. Looks like people here are trying to be adult and all that which makes life so dull. Sheesh~ Lifeless people. Only some people are really crazy in Tanjung Malim. Others are just plain, bored, grown-up-ish people. Get a life people. You know who you are. Seriously =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with my family at San Francisco Steakhouse. The price was double the usual. Scaaaarrryyyyy~~ Did countdown there and HAPPY NEW YEAR PEEPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for tonight. I'm lifeless now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4190963734065849364?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4190963734065849364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-was-new-years-eve-when-i-had-day-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4190963734065849364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4190963734065849364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-was-new-years-eve-when-i-had-day-out.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-9130757131063252321</id><published>2011-12-31T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:35:04.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve On The Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNvg935mJwU/Tv6PDAQlMZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o02E3RyL0lk/s1600/r.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNvg935mJwU/Tv6PDAQlMZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o02E3RyL0lk/s320/r.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZYxTfmiPNU/Tv6PF6LtBsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ATC8UbiXPMg/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZYxTfmiPNU/Tv6PF6LtBsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ATC8UbiXPMg/s320/Video+call+snapshot+14.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DKzreKUat9k/Tv6PEVHbRLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/G02tmm5-6eU/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DKzreKUat9k/Tv6PEVHbRLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/G02tmm5-6eU/s320/Video+call+snapshot+5.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged pretty frequently when I was in Tanjung Malim. I guess coming back to Ipoh made me leave spider webs in my blog. I miss RAVINA! Darn.....Its been too long. Oh well. Hahaha. I have Jack with me here in Ipoh though. Not too bored but he's not the one who can influence you into studying. More to I have to influence him into studying. Dumb. Everyday without fail, we both would be skyping with Ravina for about less than 6 hours a day just to help each other in our studies and doing our discussion. This time I would say I love the technology. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures speak louder than words. God knows how crazy we had become. Discussing until we can scratch our heads. Turtle can just study half way and walk off to add water or watch his anime. I would just hit my head to the table like I wanted to die. Ravina would be watching Finding Nemo. AGAIN. Gosh. But with 3 heads studying together, we can actually understand things and study things faster :) I love this way of studying. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve today, going out for dinner with my family. I guess there would be countdown. Hahaha. I've no idea where San Francisco is where my mum say its located in Jalan Gopeng. Oh well...as usual. Ipoh people knows no Ipoh places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still tell the world that I DONT MISS TANJUNG MALIM AT ALL!!!!!! If I can, I will never go back even if thats the last place on earth for me to live. Ish. Lousy place to be. I cant live there. I dont know when Ill adapt to that surroundings. When I do, Ill blog. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet up with my godbrother John now. See ya peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy New Year's Eve!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-9130757131063252321?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/9130757131063252321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve-on-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9130757131063252321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9130757131063252321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve-on-roll.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve On The Roll'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNvg935mJwU/Tv6PDAQlMZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o02E3RyL0lk/s72-c/r.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-9008588781437286969</id><published>2011-12-26T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:24:54.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, picture speak louder than words. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yVtOkYTYCs/TviQELuMFLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1GTINaWzyDI/s1600/Capture.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yVtOkYTYCs/TviQELuMFLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1GTINaWzyDI/s400/Capture.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a bit of studying on my own. 2 subjects down, 2 more to go!! 2 long difficult ones actually. =/ Not easy. Linguistics is one hell of a subject. Its a total killer. I had been skyping with Ravina to study and well, it actually pushed me to study which is a good thing. We helped each other out and about and cracking heads and squashing brain juices till it dries. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment to relax a bit and yeah, I took that picture of us while we were studying just now. Look at out pretty little faces and laugh kay? Drive me nuts and drive her crazy. Just doing a on the terms and now we're both tire out and ITS ONLY 11.30PM!!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadnt been going out much. No reason for me to go out alone. Always alone, forever alone. Single and in a relationship are 2 very different feelings. Each have their pros and cons. Just gotta get used to it when you switch from single to in a relationship or in a relationship to single. Hahahaha. Guess I gotta catch some winks. I dont want to face the laptop anymore. I had been facing it for more than 2 hours straight with Ravina and another more than 2 hours straight since 8++PM just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason to online when everyone is enjoying their holiday season. Happy Holidays to those enjoying and Happy Studying to those climbing up the ladder of success :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-9008588781437286969?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/9008588781437286969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/studying-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9008588781437286969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9008588781437286969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/studying-d.html' title='Studying :D'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yVtOkYTYCs/TviQELuMFLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1GTINaWzyDI/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2932124896516475999</id><published>2011-12-24T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:14:00.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Ipoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_O-mM2sFk/TRYQQTbe5MI/AAAAAAAAD-s/hqCeZ6xcqeA/s400/MerryChristmas1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_O-mM2sFk/TRYQQTbe5MI/AAAAAAAAD-s/hqCeZ6xcqeA/s400/MerryChristmas1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm celebrating Christmas and New Year back in my hometown now. It feels good being home. I miss Ravina already. She just left this morning! Haihhhh....At least we finished tackling one subject and pretty sure we can do well. Phonetics transcription on the other hand is still okay. Having Jerry to confirm with us a little about it made us feel better knowing about it. It also came to the extend of us calling Mr.Seva Bala. But the the hell we dont know what's he talking about at all.....darn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We studied and I did her nails. It didnt take long and I enjoyed doing it. Hahaha. We laughed and study until 3am the night before. It was really an awesome night and we had awesome sleep. These days I was rather exhausted no idea why but I'm glad I had my rest on MY beloved bed! HEHEHEHE. Hate the hostel bed. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack will be coming here on Monday. Looks like I'm going to be studying hell alone tomorrow. Awwww. Gonna rock the house tomorrow since its Christmas. Hahahaha. Only with my siblings, its enough. I'm happy enough. Really really glad to be home. I'll make sure I'm ready for finals. Gonna fight YOU till death!! Cant wait for January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I love being single now. Really do. I have friends loving me more than enough since I knew them and thats satisfying enough. Going Christmas solo again this year :) Not to mention Valentine's. Hahaha. It's okay. Life's happier when you're single. Just like Andrea. Hang out with whoever you wana hang out with. No boundaries. Nobody is gonna stop you saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why are you hanging out with other guys and prefer talking to them than me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why? I would answer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I communicate with them even more than you. What have you been doing as someone special?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the rash. I had enough. Although I have all the freedom, I lack a lot of love and care. I'm taking it cool this Christmas and thats it. I'm dating my books until my finals end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who will be in Ipoh next year during Chinese New Year, LET ME KNOW!! We'll hang out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2932124896516475999?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2932124896516475999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-in-ipoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2932124896516475999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2932124896516475999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-in-ipoh.html' title='I&apos;m In Ipoh'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_O-mM2sFk/TRYQQTbe5MI/AAAAAAAAD-s/hqCeZ6xcqeA/s72-c/MerryChristmas1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4305242156468380951</id><published>2011-12-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:45:15.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kejohanan Olahraga 2011 &amp; Registering Courses!!</title><content type='html'>This so-called Sports Day was yesterday. It was crazy. I'm supposed to join the 4x100m run and shot putt. But in the end everything screwed up because some people so FRIGGINLY smart went and took Ravina and my place. I feel like smacking them dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I had to take the 200m run. Its crazyyyyyy. I had NEVUHHHH ran 200metres before. I ran for the first round with a few other girls and I end up getting a 4th. From there, I thought I lost and didnt get into the finals. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmeet: I'm gonna run for 200m finals later....&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; : Really?? Congratsssss.....&lt;br /&gt;Jasmeet: Thanks...you also in wert...&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; : WHAT???!!&lt;br /&gt;Jasmeet: YAAAA...YOUR NAME IS THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; : WHAT THE.....???????&lt;br /&gt;Jasmeet: Go check go check...I saw your name there!!&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; : OKOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only I had to run for finals. Altogether I ran ANOTHER 200m. Its crazy shit! My legs hurt so much after I ran. Its even worse than trekking uphill. Sheesh. Ravina did her Rejam Lembing and she didnt get anything. Close enough la woman!!!! LOL. Jack on the other hand ran like nobody's business ignoring his condition. He knows he cant run much yet still doing it. Now I dont know how's his leg after I helped him a bit. Not forgetting Jared being the highly desired sexual paramedic scaring Jack like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept off there while most of the students joined the marching. At the time when I woke up, its medal giving ceremony. When it comes to shot putt, I was so blur when they called my name for the third placing. It was soooo funny that Im not sure what happened but just earning a medal with a picture taken. Hahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Fu Man before going to pekan to get a bus ticket back to Ipoh. As usual, I was with my 2 best friends and only them. Hahaha. Who else would sacrifice that much for me in Tanjung Malim? Seriously.... XD But too bad, I couldnt get a ticket as its closed. Jack and I walked in pain as our legs are.....hurt? LOL. It just hurts la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited all night for the friggin courses and ended up with nothing until morning when Ravina and I was in the bus heading back to Ipoh. We were close enough to have our timetable just right. But a few subjects made our timetable go hay-wired because some groups were full already. =/ Changed a bit here and there, shouting at each other at my house dining table with Ravina and Jack (on fb video call). Finally...its done and over!!!! Crappppppppp..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shnJ9KYglWM/TvNcYoEI4UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SDa2V6UDE98/s1600/Snip+one.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shnJ9KYglWM/TvNcYoEI4UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SDa2V6UDE98/s400/Snip+one.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ravina and I went dead sleeping on the bed until we are not able to wake up anymore until I had to called for dinner out. We went to Wooley to have our dinner. Its been so long eating Ipoh food but I cant take much in because I had been having&amp;nbsp;diarrhea and its quite bad. I didnt eat anything since morning. Now I m getting a a bit better. After dinner I head to Sidewalk Ice-Cream Lounge for desert with ANDREA ONG!!! Missed soooooooooooooooooooo much!! Gonna post pictures on what she sent to me via old fashioned way for my birthday. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it soooooooo much!!! THANK YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH ANDREA ONG!! I LOVE YOU A BUNCH!! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 The only girl who is smart enough to send me the old fashioned way. Love it :D This kinda friend...I can never let go even if I die!!!! &amp;lt;3 Thats about it. Life's getting interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4305242156468380951?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4305242156468380951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/kejohanan-olahraga-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4305242156468380951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4305242156468380951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/kejohanan-olahraga-2011.html' title='Kejohanan Olahraga 2011 &amp; Registering Courses!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shnJ9KYglWM/TvNcYoEI4UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SDa2V6UDE98/s72-c/Snip+one.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-5334647851666914574</id><published>2011-12-20T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:42:52.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming To An End</title><content type='html'>NOT THE END OF THE WORLD.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the end of the semester already...Time flies. Things happened. Some were made up and some were left to be where its supposed to be. I learnt many things and I feel the need to improve myself more. I had learnt that all these while I had been lacking of love. Not just any love but real love from the surrounding circle of people. I had never had that kind of feeling before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you there are many first times.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TIME.....&lt;br /&gt;- Having someone who think alike&lt;br /&gt;- Have someone to share problems&lt;br /&gt;- Have someone to care for you &amp;nbsp;more than you could ever asked for&lt;br /&gt;- Laughing so much EVERYDAY without fail&lt;br /&gt;- Crying hell like nobody's business every night&lt;br /&gt;- Having someone who felt what you went through&lt;br /&gt;- LOVE you like you are someone very precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more...I cant list all of it down. I'm learning a lot and I'm growing up into a young lady with strong characteristics and attitude with a lot of life lessons following behind me to teach me the same lesson when I face the same problems again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting hurt like hell and standing back up again is the worst pain I had ever gone through. I'm learning to forget the past. I know I wont completely forget everything but I know the memories were the ones that I kept in. I'm not going to search for new love but just let it come to me when the time is right. Will always be waiting for my prince on a white horse. :) Even if it does not come, its okay...I can be a lone princess who longs for more adventures alone than ever. Life-risking activities motivates me to hit the goal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot better occupying myself with things and happily thinking of home. I'm almost there to actually let go of everything fast. Its a healthy way for a better living anyway. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals coming UP in January!!! Wish me luck! Going back on this coming Wednesday and hopefully I can cover EVERYTHING before I return to Tanjung Malim. Sheesh. Hahahaha. Have to get ready for the big thing!! Whee~ Am excited to be able to keep myself laughing a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ME &amp;amp; YOU TOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-5334647851666914574?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5334647851666914574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5334647851666914574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5334647851666914574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-to-end.html' title='Coming To An End'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-5572537942330785515</id><published>2011-12-17T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:06:09.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;After all that had happened, its hard to forget. Its still running in my head. Running in my mind. Still woke up thinking about it and&amp;nbsp;still woke up crying over it. I hate this feeling so much. As the&amp;nbsp;saying goes.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"WHATEVER HAPPENS, LIFE GOES ON" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stoping life for a moment. This is something new to me. I had never been this depressed in my life. I had never been crying this much in my life. I almost fell sick because of it. Why am I torturing myself this way? I can't help. My mind wouldnt let go although&amp;nbsp;I just want to let go of&amp;nbsp;everything. I thought I am strong. I didnt know that I couldnt take it because I never had a very bad heartbreak moment until 2 days back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much I feel like killing what I'm feeling inside. It feels like....something hard and sharp crushing me inside and tearing&amp;nbsp;my heart&amp;nbsp;up piece by piece. I guess I now understand those who went through it before me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hard decision yet I cannot be selfish. Nobody wanted to make the decision at all and I had to. I had no choice and my mind was blank. After all that, all I did was cry and cry and cry like a young child losing something important. I know that crying doesnt help solve anything but crying helps to ease a little on whats inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting is a process of life to make someone stronger. I'm broken. I'm not able to stand up yet. Faking a smile in front of everyone just to make them feel less worried about me and just let them assume that I'm okay when I'm not. The problem was mine, the hurt is mine. Nobody deserves to feel the pain that I go through. Its not fair to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how long its going to remain in my mind. I hope it would go away. Waking up crying was the worst of the worse. Its like a nightmare replaying every night. I dont like it. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can ask from God is peace and thats all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-5572537942330785515?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5572537942330785515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5572537942330785515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5572537942330785515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6887501094794105443</id><published>2011-12-16T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T03:31:37.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>Before the clock strike 12am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*beep*&lt;/em&gt; - Message from Ng Pui San wishing me a happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Ravina was sitting beside me laughing at my phone and said its unfair because its not 12 YET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock strike 12am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAVINA and JASMEET with YASHWIN on skype sang me a birthday song. SWEEEETTTT....LOL. Then both of them came running towards me giving me a really big hug! My first birthday hugs XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*beep*&lt;/em&gt; - Message from Jasmeet wishing me happy birthday when she was only sitting right in front of me and laughing out loud with Ravina while I laughed along for no good reason. LOL. Nothing else better to do IZIT? She said...YES IT IS! LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came facebook wishes one by one and phone coming in text by text. &lt;br /&gt;Jack gave me a call and wished me :) Sweeet &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 3am after finishing my refleksi sahsiah report. Relieved much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10am , Andrea gave me a call and wished me :) SWEETER!! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ravina and I waited for Jack. Seems to those 2, we are going to Rawang and Yashwin will be picking us up. We had lunch at McD! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was karaoke session as Jack had to attend grammar class at 5pm. In the end, he decided to skip his classes to spend the whole day with me. Yashwin too, skipped today's class just for me. Ravina had it all planned since last week and trying to make sure it goes well! I had never had such friends in my life willing to risk all these just for me. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE OF PLANS! We head to Sunway Pyramid for ice-skating. Ravina and Jack's first time in this sport and they were doing awesome XD Yashwin and I guided them all the way and we had the time of our lives. Its been so long since I skated and it felt good! Falling and getting hurt? Normal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to T.G.I. Fridays. Yashwin and Jack had planned something. I was aware but I'm not sure. One thing is, I do not go to fancy high class restaurants for a meal. Plus, Ipoh dont have. I didnt know that they have those kinda birthday surprises! Oh gosh...I was asked to stand on the seat and yell "Hey guys! Its my birthday today!" Damn embarassing for I had to say it 3 times. Ouch. I was blushing like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yashwin fetched us back to Tanjung Malim. How sweet of him. Long tiring journey for him JUST for my birthday. Darn. I feel guilty now. Thanks so much Yashwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing happened right after I came back. I do not want to mentioned it at all. Those who want to know, Ravina is there to tell you or ask me personally. Its not a good thing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all about it. Time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6887501094794105443?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6887501094794105443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-birthday-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6887501094794105443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6887501094794105443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-birthday-bash.html' title='My Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2637760137672458081</id><published>2011-12-12T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:15:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2011 Confessions</title><content type='html'>As promised, here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #1&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming in a couple more days and I'm not happy for I'm turning two-oh. Oh nooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #2&lt;br /&gt;I love people who loves me. Love people who hates me. Love people who hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #3&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without my phone although I do not exactly know the functions =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #4&lt;br /&gt;Having a close guy best friend doesnt mean I'm dating&amp;nbsp;him. Dont be so narrow-minded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #5&lt;br /&gt;I still miss high school in ACS. Getting free hugs and kisses all the time knowing that I'm loved always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #6&lt;br /&gt;When I ask a question, I hope that person can give me the simplest answer possible. Not complicate it even more&amp;nbsp;where I can barely understand. For example, IT stuff. Drive me crazy listening to Eujin talking on things like this @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #7&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a shopaholic but I have to admit I do love clothes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #8&lt;br /&gt;As people say, many girls want a handsome boyfriend. I do not want that. Handsome wont get to feed you for the rest of your lives, girls. I want an awesome one who make miracles happen XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #9&lt;br /&gt;I'm an attention seeker. Depends on the situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #10&lt;br /&gt;The person I love most is my mum! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #11&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hurt people's feelings because hurting them hurt mine. Double kill =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #12&lt;br /&gt;3 months in Tanjung Malim, I have found many awesome friends and 2 best and true friends. I fell in love with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesson #13&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good philosopher. The good thing is,&amp;nbsp;I can help giving advice to people and help them achieve what they wanted and let them learn. The bad thing is, I'm unable to solve my own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #14&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing and dance. *hidden talent* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #15&lt;br /&gt;I cant live without sports! It helps me reduce stress. It heals me when I'm sick. Currently struggling in the game of tennis. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #16&lt;br /&gt;I wish to&amp;nbsp;explore the 7 wonders of the world! Who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #17&lt;br /&gt;I had always imagine my wedding in the simplest most unique way that could be remembered by everyone who attended my wedding. BUT, I didnt plan on getting hitched up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #18&lt;br /&gt;I'm on facebook everyday but it doesnt mean I cannot live without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #19&lt;br /&gt;Laughter. Thats to define my life. Living each day to the fullest with laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #20&lt;br /&gt;I trust people easily but it doesnt mean that they earned my trust. Its just to make them smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to January 2012 Confessions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2637760137672458081?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2637760137672458081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2011-confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2637760137672458081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2637760137672458081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2011-confessions.html' title='December 2011 Confessions'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2636692979273723380</id><published>2011-12-10T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:22:04.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Trip Off Assignments</title><content type='html'>Only me and my 2 best friends, Ms Ravina Devi and Mr. Jack Chan woke up early this morning getting ready to leave for campus so that we could walk to KTM to get a train to KL Central. Waiting on the wrong platform made us missed the first train. Thanks to Jack. LOL. Not blaming but its funny XD Thank God Janu was there! She told us that we should have taken the Rawang rail. I better remember that so that the next time when I want to go to Subang, I wont lose my way. =.=||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yashwin fetched us from Rawang and head to Bukit Bintang. Half an hour ride and sweating all the way. Why? Car not in good condition. LOL. No harm done :)We had sushi for lunch...late lunch actually due to heavy traffic and crowded parking. Yashwin was soooooooo frustrated missing out on all the parking spots that he spotted. LOL. Guys and their attitudes. Normal. We went to Pavillion and Fahrenheit. Just opposite. After lunch, we went for a movie. ARTHUR CHRISTMAS 3D! Cute movie...I like &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwNRhH9lbIg/TrCpORzvD2I/AAAAAAAADvM/T0N7oNKYmTU/s320/ArthurChristmas_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwNRhH9lbIg/TrCpORzvD2I/AAAAAAAADvM/T0N7oNKYmTU/s320/ArthurChristmas_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reallly cute...I can laugh almost every scene! Christmas spirit! LOL. I guess every mall has already been decorated with christmas lightings and ornaments to prepare for the occasion about 2 weeks from now. Whats happy about that is....IM GOING HOME!!!!! I'm spending my christmas time at home studying. Seriously. I'm gonna focus hell on it. I dont care about whats going on around me. I just need to hit the books by all means!! =.= I'm putting pressure on myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we had dinner with Jack's aunt and uncle and they fetched us back to KZ. He's got really nice aunt and uncle. Friendly :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously to say, after all the tensed up freak thing&amp;nbsp;in Tanjung Malim, I'm glad I went to KL to just ease up a bit. I feel way better but still....I dont know how long I can live in this town. I'm trying hard to adjust to this lifestyle still. Hard to change the fact that I'm open-minded where most people here are very very narrow minded. No kissing, no hugging and definitely no touching. Not even the hair. Weird people really. Even if girls hug and kiss like how friends are, people will stare at us =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the next post will be on confessions just like how Sok Wai did on Facebook. This information is for the people who wished to know more about me. :) I'm an easy book to look through just that there are hidden meanings behind every sentence :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2636692979273723380?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2636692979273723380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-day-trip-off-assignments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2636692979273723380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2636692979273723380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-day-trip-off-assignments.html' title='One Day Trip Off Assignments'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwNRhH9lbIg/TrCpORzvD2I/AAAAAAAADvM/T0N7oNKYmTU/s72-c/ArthurChristmas_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1367397615434074245</id><published>2011-12-09T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:01:15.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack Stamina</title><content type='html'>I miss school sports day! I remember how I used to practice running with Kasturi and a few of them just for our house team. Early in the morning running like a mad person. Thanks to Kasturi all this while for teaching me how to long jump and run. Her techniques help me a bit here in UPSI since I had to put up for Olahraga. But too bad, as usual, my long jump didnt work out. Hahahaha. Its far but wrong XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running was fun. I wish I could just keep running. I want to build up on my stamina again. I miss having those stamina that made me walk up and down, running up and down chasing Nagendran just because he got nothing to do but disturb me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kejohanan Olahraga will be held on this 20th December. I know who's birthday. I can never forget my friend's birthday. Cant afford to. LOL. I hope Ill be the athlete representing our class group and NO I wish not to march during the opening ceremony. Nothing else better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was coming back from pekan, I heard drums playing far off east. Was there a music room there or something? I dont know. By just listening to it, it straight away made me missed how much I loved to play the drums whenever I want with whatever my mood is. Hitting hard and hitting soft depending on emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGAakaw4Hhg/Tqx9mXmQ_wI/AAAAAAAADqA/uq3q3FY226I/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGAakaw4Hhg/Tqx9mXmQ_wI/AAAAAAAADqA/uq3q3FY226I/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I miss my middle school life. Being in the school band, skipping classes, staying back in school just for practice. I loved it sooo much. I missed it even more. I used to bring drumsticks to school just for fun. Hitting tables, hitting walls. I was a rough kid. Always. By reading Sok Wai's facebook status where she did her confessions, one of it&amp;nbsp;was what I loved to do most. Wearing shorts under my pinafore. Hahaha. I left my buckle off. When school ends, I would just pull out my pinafore and will be wearing just my white t-shirt and the shorts that I wore earlier. HAHAHAHA. I missed those times really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a lot of sports wey. I need more active people here. Besides Ravina going to Tennis with me like twice a week, I feel that its not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinwheeldesign.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Get-Active-Logo-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://www.pinwheeldesign.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Get-Active-Logo-blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis, Badminton, Swimming, Bowling, Netball, Volleyball, Running, Cycling, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing it like a drug!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I need back my stamina. Thank you. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-1367397615434074245?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1367397615434074245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/lack-stamina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1367397615434074245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1367397615434074245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/lack-stamina.html' title='Lack Stamina'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGAakaw4Hhg/Tqx9mXmQ_wI/AAAAAAAADqA/uq3q3FY226I/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-968537957804607196</id><published>2011-12-08T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T22:04:58.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Like Them</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I'm bored right now thats why I'm blogging. Usually Ive got some reason to blog. Today, Ive got none. Jack is in KZ today and he's talking about Biology because Yashwin needs help in it. I'm like listening to some aliens babbling beside me. Seriously. I cant remember biology in Form 5 at all. They reminded me a bit on it. Now they are talking about diastole thing...whatever it is =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TKw_hkHYRA/TuB2eoKloYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/1wUtuJTYmGI/s1600/2011-12-08+16.20.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TKw_hkHYRA/TuB2eoKloYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/1wUtuJTYmGI/s400/2011-12-08+16.20.05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss93RlsHV00/TuB2awYpQTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bMX3HcHgVvo/s1600/2011-12-08+16.19.54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss93RlsHV00/TuB2awYpQTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bMX3HcHgVvo/s400/2011-12-08+16.19.54.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5n0jiT0tULQ/TuB2Yu10l4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/8JPFnsj7gNg/s1600/2011-12-08+16.19.42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5n0jiT0tULQ/TuB2Yu10l4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/8JPFnsj7gNg/s400/2011-12-08+16.19.42.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRN9n5vHEm4/TuB2gp7nwyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iau4WpRjQUs/s1600/2011-12-08+16.20.20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRN9n5vHEm4/TuB2gp7nwyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iau4WpRjQUs/s400/2011-12-08+16.20.20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*15 minutes pass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still with the pumping blood into the heart and the whole body thing. Seriously. I got nothing to do right now. Aishyyyy.....One reason why I never took Biology in Form 6 too. I was in the Physics class until I got a letter to switch to the Accounts class. Never liked Bio. Bio hates me. Making me crazy with all the words that I cannot understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is the smart one here. He's definitely in the wrong course. He should have taken medicine. People keep telling me I'm in the wrong course too. I should have taken up designing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the bright side.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;IF I never met Ravina, life wouldnt be that laughable. I laugh everyday because of her. We can talk and talk and talk all day even there's no topic. Just empty speeches.It would be really really lifeless. Not listening to her laugh for one day could make you miss her just like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;IF I never met Jack, I would regret for not meeting someone as nice as him. In these 3 months, he took care of me so much. Nice kid but has lots of problems. Getting better already. I trust him a lot in things and yeah...he resembles me when I was young. Thats why I never gave up on helping this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 people, I clique with very well. Its like the missing puzzle in your life that fits and also bring the puzzle to life. I love them very much and IF I never met them, yes, Ill regret. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all &amp;lt;3﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-968537957804607196?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/968537957804607196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-like-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/968537957804607196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/968537957804607196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-like-them.html' title='People Like Them'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TKw_hkHYRA/TuB2eoKloYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/1wUtuJTYmGI/s72-c/2011-12-08+16.20.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6445193961218291951</id><published>2011-12-06T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:08:30.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was, Is, If?</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREA ONG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 You're officially 20 now. I LOVE YOU TO THE MAX!! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...I'm excited as she is. I wish I'm there with her. Gosh. I miss her and I miss Ipoh!! Forever damn-ing Tanjung Malim. I get so bored looking at the same shops over and over again. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'm actually quite free these days because I finished up my assignments thanks to Ravina who really really helped me a lot. We have one more last one to go and done. Ill start studying by then and after I get back my results for mid term. Not looking forward to it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living here in Tanjung Malim had actually made me into a more sensible person. I&amp;nbsp;WAS sensible but not enough. I find that comparing myself to the me in Form 4, its a huge difference. I was once a very careless and lazy to think person. Kind of like acting without thinking which got me into various troubles. Guess, thats not there anymore. I miss my old self...Getting in trouble gets the adrenaline rushing. Excitement. Teenage rebels we call it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming here, I had learn more about living without depending. I have 2 best friends who can barely influence me and they are&amp;nbsp;actually all I have to go on. It brings me to an imagination where 'What could have happened to me IF I never met them?' I guess I would be the only living soul in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here...I'm still feeling a bit lack of love. Seems like having a boyfriend is like not having one. He's too busy until he pushes me to one side claiming that he has test every week and he needs to study. Last time before he started studying in uni, I could miss him so much until I breakdown. Now, I cant feel it any longer...I dont know whats going on anymore and because&amp;nbsp;I want to protect myself from getting hurt (I always try to which didnt work) I never ask and I never want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to cause trouble and arguments neither would I wanna lose him.&amp;nbsp;What's his job of a boyfriend? I dont know whether he knows what his job is..Leave me hanging for all I know. I feel drifted away from him. He only thinks of himself about how important studies are to him. Its like as if studies are not important to me. Waiting for him to text one message is like waiting for the rain in a drought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is complicated, blind, pain and definitely the most wonderful and powerful thing in the world. Yet, I'm 19 going on 20 still wanting to be loved rather than only me loving people around me. My heart is always open yet its hardened. I can feel love yet sometimes I feel stupid. The love that I felt from the people who loved me will get twice as much love that I could give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who treats me kindly will get double the kindness from me. &lt;br /&gt;People who gives me laughter will get double the laughter from me.&lt;br /&gt;People who gives me support will get double the support from me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you treat me like throwing salt on&amp;nbsp;my wound, imagine what I would do? I will throw bricks on your wound. If you treat my best friends like piercing their heart with a needle, I will pierce through yours with poison dagger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WARNING:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'm dangerous. Dont mess with me and my heart. Dont mess with my best friends or you'd better call an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6445193961218291951?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6445193961218291951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/was-is-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6445193961218291951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6445193961218291951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/was-is-if.html' title='Was, Is, If?'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4367994394088620567</id><published>2011-12-03T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:48:37.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extinction?</title><content type='html'>I had that Sahsiah camp today and I can tell you its giving me a huge headache! Aishhhh....our lecturer told us to be at the hall by 7am. Ravina and I was the first to reach and we waited and waited and waited...Soon...the other students from our class came and the waiting continues. Haihs...When Shirley came which was about 7.30am, STILLLL....we have no clue about what to do. Even when Rowena arrived which was about 8am, a few students from KHAR and KUO came..and STILL nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I was frustrated..and when the programme started, IT WAS 9AM!!! I could have gotten another 2 hours of sleep man...I had headache on whatever he was speaking about. Didnt exactly concentrate on what he said. I'm not sure whether he knows that we are waaaaaay bored. Ravina and I were falling asleep, Rowena doing nothing, Shirley and Azhar shooting each other, Kenny and Ady laughing like nobody's business. In the end, one thing we could do was, PLAYING MISSED CALLS!! Because of this, we were a bit re-energized. Just a tinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came and left. Too bored until I really wish I could do something extreme! =.=|| Rowena went back right after lunch. Many left too. Shirley, Ravina, Azhar, Kenny and I was left. Ady went back at 11.30am already because his brother was coming to get him. We then were joined by Hock Soon and Hock Hin and lepaked until about 4++PM. What we did? Laughing and talking. Nothing much. For all I know, its a good beneficial talking time because WE never knew Kenny could be a nice kid :P Never thought we could clique well with the twins. Its nice knowing more about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to my own house looking like a dead zombie and then Shirley called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: Wey..you still holding on to Azhar's RM50 right?&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Oh..yala..I forgot to give him back... &lt;br /&gt;Shirley: You can bring down now arh?&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : I just came up la. Cant u tell him that Ill give him on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: *ask Azhar* He say cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : *!@#$%^* Fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only RM50 bill. Its not like he cant borrow from others first. Damn. Ill tell you...gentlemen are in the midst of extinction. Its so so hard to find gentlemen these days. Really really hard. Since I came to Tanjung Malim, screw the guys =.= Even my school in Ipoh has more gentlemen seriously. Although they can bully me to the max but I have to admit, they are real gentlemen. Gosh I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4367994394088620567?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4367994394088620567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/extinction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4367994394088620567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4367994394088620567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/extinction.html' title='Extinction?'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-38101400936204200</id><published>2011-12-02T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:53:13.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad</title><content type='html'>I just found out about Andrea's accident in Camerons. OH MY GOD!! I was shocked till my heart almost jumped. I read her post once and its enough...reading it again and putting myself in her position, I cant handle that much pressure. She could have died if the car went off the cliff. I wouldnt be able to handle that sort of situation really. I would be numb. Car crashing into my car which was a minor accident (consider minor la cz I wasnt injured in anyways neither is the driver) I was stunned and traumatised the few minutes there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God...Andrea...scare the hell out of me!! Andrea is a strong girl I know. She'll&amp;nbsp;get over it soon. Poor girl is traumatised. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; and I dont know what to do about it. All I can do is hug her when I get back. I missed her so much and she scared me before I get back. LOL. PLEASE take care Andrea darling. Ill be back reallly soon. :) Dont make me worried wey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001017137/Love_You_Too_Much_xlarge.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001017137/Love_You_Too_Much_xlarge.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;About my days, lightning struck here yesterday evening about 6pm with thunder louder than an airplane taking off. I was so shocked that I could trip off the staircase. So, the line couldnt be connected till now that Ive tried, its fine again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Grammar test this morning. Sheesh. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Dont remind me. I was kinda struggling. I went to pekan with my 2 best friends after classes today and yes it was rather tiring. I guess its because my stamina is going down again since I had not gone for tennis for 2 straight weeks! :( WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One reason is rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Second reason is public holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Third reason is night class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm...hectic la these few days and I DONT LIKE IT &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanna go back to Ipoh like A.S.A.P! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I need a lot of friggin rest that tomorrow I have Sahsiah Camp - educational (oh wel XP)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on reading....&lt;br /&gt;*HUGS* especially for Andrea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-38101400936204200?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/38101400936204200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-found-out-about-andreas-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/38101400936204200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/38101400936204200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-found-out-about-andreas-accident.html' title='Glad'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6730402928593522788</id><published>2011-11-30T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:24:19.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadline</title><content type='html'>Last week, this week and the next was, is and will be the busiest week of the month. Why? Its because assignments had to be handed in. Presentations had to be done. Only all these are killing me. Besides, grammar test 2 is this coming Friday. I studied but havent powered it yet. Will do that tomorrow with Ravina. Then, we'll have presentations tomorrow night class with Pn. Samsiah. Pembangunan Sahsiah. Haih. Lazieeeee........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...about today, forum was done and yeah..I have to admit it was rather boring but at least we've done our part and thats it. I dont wanna repeat forum again. I guess thats why I was never meant to be someone that important in life. Being important and able to help others to achieve success is enough. I dont even dare to dream that high for that kinda position. Its like as if I have to get into politics to be a very important person. Dream on. No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oogalabs.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/no-politics1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://oogalabs.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/no-politics1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy...we had linguistics class today and I have to say its rather interesting depending who presented. Its fine. I just need to summarize a lot of it because Azhar gave me and Rowena the summary part. Just because ours is the last group, we always get the summary part which I can barely friggin understand. Hopefully listening in class would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened today. After class when we were on the way back to KZ, we were sitting in a bus like riding a roller coaster. When the bus stopped, Yvonne was asking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE THE HECK IS MY SHOE????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all were puzzled. Shoe? One of her pair of shoes went missing in the bus!! Yvonne, Kalai, Shirley, Rowena, Me and THE BUS DRIVER searched up and down and finally its in between the seat that I was sitting earlier. We all laughed and laughed and we cant stop. Its impossible to lost a shoe in the bus. Its way embarassing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats for today. I'll blog as soon as I'm free again. Peace! ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6730402928593522788?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6730402928593522788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/deadline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6730402928593522788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6730402928593522788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/deadline.html' title='Deadline'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2728667284885900027</id><published>2011-11-27T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:32:52.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage Show</title><content type='html'>It was only a few hours back where I was standing on stage with Jack, Christine, Ravina, Jared, Yvonne and Victor. I was singing. Impossible? I know...Still cant remembered why I actually agreed to join them. They dont need me desperately. Besides, I'm no good at singing. I can only sing to myself and only me and thats it. All they need is Christine and its a perfect fit. One person to sing high pitch is enough. My high pitch is only for choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I didnt regret joining. I do enjoyed singing but singing like a lead tonight was the first time ever. No one actually heard me sing solo unless those who went Kbox with me will know la. So, I was kinda the center of attention which was the worse feeling ever JUST BECAUSE I'M STANDING IN THE MIDDLE! Damn. I didnt like it. I kept looking at the judges and kept glancing back at Yvonne. I'm sure Yvonne didnt realise that. I was getting nervous when I glance at her because I went off the note. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our aim is to have fun on stage but I feel that we were too serious upstage which was kinda scary. I look left and right, everyone had that serious face wey. Darn scary. I think I'm sticking to Kbox next time. Stage thing...maybe next time when I'm really ready. I do enjoy the stage and the stage loves me too. I dont mind standing upfront on stage. I just need to be more prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gerrymarsden.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/band.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://gerrymarsden.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/band.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I loved that girl who sang Rolling In The Deep by Adele! She was waaaaaaay awesome! She won the competition too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2728667284885900027?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2728667284885900027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/stage-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2728667284885900027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2728667284885900027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/stage-show.html' title='Stage Show'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8010965956025870613</id><published>2011-11-25T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:04:07.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Tired</title><content type='html'>I didnt bother blogging because I got lazy. WHY? My assignments were coming in one by one. I was so busy that I couldnt remember about blogging. This month is a killer month I can tell. Challenges after challenges coming towards me like a spear. It was really depressing and stressing but it didnt last long because I was well supported from a few of my friends. Having them around didnt help forget my problems but helped made my day instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, Linguistics class was cancelled and Ravina and I was at the cafe doing our assignment. 5 articles we had to search for our synthesis paper. Terrible. It took us more than 3 hours to do so. Its crazy. It had to be hand in next week. Not forgetting handing in Linguistics assignment 1, presenting a forum and also handing in Grammar assignment 1. Told ya my November was shit. Its so packed until I forget how to breath. I guess thats why I had been a lot more frustrated than usual which is no good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, although there was no class going on as usual, Ravina, Shirley and I had made plans to meet up with Jack and Victor to discuss about high jump that we have to present...well...today. After that, I had forum discussion with Shirley, Yvonne, Rowena, Kalai and Hui Xing. After we're done, I had to get ready for night class which was a replacement for Pembangunan Sahsiah. Damn it. She will never let it go. Back to campus and slept at 1.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday which is today, I woke up late!!! Ravina actually called me a few times and I didnt answer until she came up to my house. She waited for me until I'm done then only we move to class together. I was rushing so fast for nothing. Dr. Azizah listened to 2 presentations and&amp;nbsp;disappear to Campus for her faculty meeting. Dang! After that I had to&amp;nbsp;go to campus for Grammar class. Usually my class is in PC. But because Dr. Napisah had her meeting there,&amp;nbsp;we got to have our class there.&amp;nbsp;After her class, I rushed back to KZ with Yvonne and Ravina. Change our clothes and pack some things and head&amp;nbsp;back to campus again for practice. Without further delay,&amp;nbsp;we head for&amp;nbsp;our class at 5pm and presented. I can tell&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;that the presentation wasnt good.&amp;nbsp;All I can say is "WE TRIED OUR BEST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping in the bus with Ravina until we reached campus. Imagine the restless day. Haih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn its&amp;nbsp;a crazy day...I'm gonna hit the sheets now. Gonna&amp;nbsp;have a goodnight sleep till morning. Nights people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-8010965956025870613?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8010965956025870613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8010965956025870613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8010965956025870613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-tired.html' title='Getting Tired'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4660389984341428589</id><published>2011-11-22T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:36:42.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Aiysshhh...No class in the early morning as usual. I woke up early to know that Ravina called earlier. I jumped out of bed and head to the computer and talk to her. BTW, my phone is problematic. Screen problem. Finding out that Ravina was doing the linguistics report. She sent to me. I edited it. I send it back to her and she edited it. Back to back sending emails to each other. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally by late noon, we were done! We went for our Sahsiah class in campus and after that we went and print it and having Kenny come with us. He insists of getting the soft copy of the report. We showed him the hardcopy of what we had done. He was like okay okay. Not sure what's the meaning behind his 'okay' ANYWAY, forget this person. I dont know what he thinks and im sure I dont wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went to have dinner with Ravina. It was quite early about 6PM cz we were too hungry. That was due to not having lunch and have light breakfast. We were too keen on working on our assignment that we didnt have the time to look for something to eat. I was doing laundry this morning as well. ALWAYS when I'm alone in my house, some men must come to fix the pipes. Haih. Always me. I had to run up and down. DOWN seeking to see whether my laundry is done and UP to see whether the man done his job and yes I'm trying to protect everything in the house including myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By night, we went to Campus. Why you may ask? Jack asked to go and practice for this Saturday's talent show. Ravina insists of me going. I wasnt sure whether to go. But I went anyway. Conclusion, I dont know what they are gonna perform this Saturday. Full stop. The end. Joining or not, I still will as they are my friends. I wont let them down. So, whatever it is, if i do get involved, I will not step back. If I dont get involved, I wont step in. Thats all. Decision is theirs to choose whether to have me in or not. Besides, I dont get the idea of gathering tonight. I dont get the plan. When I was there, I really didnt know what to do. I felt lost. =.=|| OKAY..thats it. This post ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4660389984341428589?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4660389984341428589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4660389984341428589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4660389984341428589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/tuesday.html' title='A Tuesday'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1923885604117529703</id><published>2011-11-21T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:07:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Night</title><content type='html'>This talent night started last Friday. I didnt join as I dont think Ive that much talent to show the world =) I'll just keep the talent to myself thats if I have one. Hehe. Christine, Syazza and Yvonne came together playing the guitar and singing on stage. Finals was tonight and semi-finals was yesterday I assume? I did not attend yesterday's nor 2 days back. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said in the previous post, I wasnt around. They won 2nd place and yeah I have to admit it was a great but of course I know what's missing and am very sure of it. Not sure others notice but I do. Not to be mentioned. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? After so long, I fell down! Long time I never had the feeling of falling down and hurt myself. I just stand up like nothing happened! Hahaha. I dont realise that actually my feet were scarred and it was bleeding a little. Hahaha. Its as if nothing happened. Guess getting hurt was never an issue anymore. Its just a small matter. Not to be mentioned as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.pictureshunt.com/pics/c/congrats-2308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://images.pictureshunt.com/pics/c/congrats-2308.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO YVONNE, CHRISTINE AND SYAZZA!! Keep bringing up the name of our college!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-1923885604117529703?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1923885604117529703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/talent-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1923885604117529703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1923885604117529703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/talent-night.html' title='Talent Night'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4361234681768402293</id><published>2011-11-20T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:52:06.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out And About</title><content type='html'>I went to Ratna's house in Kuala Kubu Baru with Ravina. We spent the night there and was doing our Reading report. I meant...RE-DOING. The day I left for KKB with Ravina was the day we were screwed. We were so upset and indeed depressing. Until we reflect on what and where we did wrong. We kept looking on the bright side. It works but however...it will not heal the pain that we went through that morning. The lecturer accused us of doing work last minute and not knowing our topic and gave us ZERO for our presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*I didnt really wana write about this but I'm ready to speak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She allow us to re-do our report and we did it.&amp;nbsp;All 4 of us&amp;nbsp;found articles by Friday nightfall and finished our report by yesterday evening. The feeling was good. It's healing the pain inside of us. We know our capabilities and we know how far we can go. This is the first time doing SPEED REPORT! We had worked hard for this especially Ravina. She could do pretty fast when she's all stressed up but its not exactly good for health. I really salute Ravina for doing so much. A group work she can turn into an individual work. AWESOME JOB, RAVINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our report, we took a bus to Batang Kali which is Ratna's cousin's house. Her cousin turned 21st that very day. I learned quite a bit about Indian culture. I wore a Saree that day. Its all on facebook. But of course, I was feeling a bit left out because I'm a Chinese. And from my opinion, Ratna's family members arent really friendly because they dont really approach you and make you feel at home. I feel a bit odd but Ravina was there and&amp;nbsp;Jack on Skype&amp;nbsp;accompanying me. Somehow, it was kinda regretting going. At least I learn things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back this afternoon to settle the bits and pieces of the Reading assignment. Had to hand in tomorrow. Oh well....As Ive heard, Yvonne, Christine and Syazza who took part in the Talent Show went into Finals! Congrats people!!!! I'm gonna shower now to go for their final performance tonight at KHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for these 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed. Regreted. Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4361234681768402293?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4361234681768402293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/out-and-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4361234681768402293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4361234681768402293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/out-and-about.html' title='Out And About'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-973137031716303716</id><published>2011-11-17T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:53:56.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Person To Be Messed With</title><content type='html'>No idea why I've been off mood lately. If you say stress, I don't feel stressed or pressured at all. Assignments are half done and I'm proud to say I'm happy with that. I think it must be some people around me that got me into the feeling of wanting to literary &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kill somebody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I know who that person is or are. Sometimes, people can be just so friggin irresponsible. Hellloooo? We're 20 for heaven's sake. Can't you learn to be an adult or at least be a little more mature when it comes to important things like assignments? &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WTF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are you giving me? Wanna play games with me?&amp;nbsp; Thank God I havent been totally relying on that particular person. If not, I would have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beercheckers.com/beercheckers/cart2/images/what_the_f2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://beercheckers.com/beercheckers/cart2/images/what_the_f2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;blacklisting &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;some people and refraining them from joining my group assignments in future if and only if we were in the same class again.&lt;strike&gt; I feel like&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;throwing them in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;feed them to the sharks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;punch them in the face&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;yelling vulgarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; BUT &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not that kinda girl. Never was and will never be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm not being picky and I'm not trying to be perfect. Ravina will always be on my side and she will always be welcome to join my group. We complete each other and therefore we need each other. There are some weaknesses that she has which I can help her with and there are some weaknesses which I have that she could help me with. WE are a perfect pair of puzzles that fit! The people that I blacklisted, Ravina had agreed with me. I really &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;love &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;her for being there for me all the time! Few things about us...we think alike, we have the same taste in things, we speak on the same channel BUT our brain works differently. Thats why sometimes I tend to disagree with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Tennis today and seriously, I think I need personal attention. I'm getting back on my badminton habit in playing tennis again which actually hurts my wrist. We had not been training for 3 weeks because of the holidays and also the heavy downpour every night. So, as usual, I do not keep something in mind long unless I practice long to remember it longer. Still need way lots of practice. Really do. Like Abang Din said, I will listen to him and search youtube =.= Thats the only thing to do to improve without going outdoors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought of watching the last 2 episodes of Dream High now. But the line is so terrible that I think I should go to bed. This post definitely have to many words. ANYWAY, just enjoy reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-973137031716303716?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/973137031716303716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-person-to-be-messed-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/973137031716303716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/973137031716303716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-person-to-be-messed-with.html' title='Not The Person To Be Messed With'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-3748580782419748771</id><published>2011-11-15T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:55:35.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Had Been Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should be updating everyday but due to the&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt; internet breakdown&lt;/span&gt; 4 nights back, I can't go online at all. I came back to KZ on Thursday night with my group of friends and yea...my house was empty. Empty means scary kay? I dont like the feeling of being lonely. Ravina and Yvonne stayed with me the first night. The next day which is Friday, Ravina headed to Penang with her boyfriend. Left me, Yvonne and Rowena. Both of them were at my house and 3 of us were rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were on&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; since morning till night. Nothing to do and the line was perfectly fine until the same night I went to sleep at Yvonne's place where the lightning and thunder strikes at 5am in the morning which woke us up. I thought it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;World War 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and Yvonne thought it was the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; END OF THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She and her wild imagination...erm...me too but its normal because my imagination is always wilder than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated Jack's birthday at night. Just me, Yvonne, Rowena, Edwin and Victor with Jack. Small group of people but had the fun of it. Yvonne is holding the pictures hostage for the moment. Wait till it uploads. This reminds me on how much I miss celebrating birthdays of friends in school last time. Really missed the fun. I'm beginning to miss my friends already. They seem pretty busy to me. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied in the library..or to say outside the library. I continued watching Dream High. The more I watch, the more I cant stop watching. Its getting interesting and I wish to re-watch this drama. It shows how students pursue their dreams and never gave up. The song inspires me. Dreams come true. These are really young actors. Suzy is only 17 and IU is only 18. Woo Young, Taecyeon, Soo-Hyun and Eunjung is 22. They are really really cute! Thats what makes it more interesting in the drama! Hunting for more dramas soon. 2 more episodes of Dream High and I shall wait for Dream High 2 airing next year! whee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deenakahara.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/2pm-wooyoung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://deenakahara.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/2pm-wooyoung.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jang Wooyoung from 2PM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://awhiteworld.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/taecyeon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://awhiteworld.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/taecyeon.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taecyeon from 2PM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkMdEz2R8-A/TbFUE4X60fI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0oTJdVH2o4k/s1600/Baek+Su+Ji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkMdEz2R8-A/TbFUE4X60fI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0oTJdVH2o4k/s320/Baek+Su+Ji.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bae Su Ji (Suzy) from Miss A&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muvids.com/photos/artists/iu/ft.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://www.muvids.com/photos/artists/iu/ft.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lee Ji Eun (IU)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://star.koreandrama.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/Kim-Soo-Hyun-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://star.koreandrama.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/Kim-Soo-Hyun-14.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Soo-Hyun&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9mgw0VCE_s/TVe7ppoubSI/AAAAAAAADes/9erGzpThwDA/s1600/da176_eunjung_04182010_seoulbeats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9mgw0VCE_s/TVe7ppoubSI/AAAAAAAADes/9erGzpThwDA/s320/da176_eunjung_04182010_seoulbeats.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ham Eunjung from T-ara&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sweet eh? YES I'm obsessed with this drama. I recommend it to those who loves singing, dancing, composing and just well...MUSIC! You definitely should watch this drama. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised there are many assignments needed to be presented. Paperwork I can do it in no time but presentation I need to read through my work over and over again. Haih. Thats all about it. Will blog again soon if the line is stable in my block. I'm now at the cafeteria. Just rotting around alone. Going up to my house and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya peeps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;*HUGS FROM ME TO YOU*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-3748580782419748771?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3748580782419748771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/internet-had-been-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3748580782419748771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3748580782419748771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/internet-had-been-down.html' title='Internet Had Been Down'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkMdEz2R8-A/TbFUE4X60fI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0oTJdVH2o4k/s72-c/Baek+Su+Ji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8498463074504388031</id><published>2011-11-11T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:07:47.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney?</title><content type='html'>Cant believe I spend my whole day fruitless with Yvonne and Rowena in my house. So bored it seems. Haih. Feels like a facebook zombie somehow. Friends not back from hometown yet and my stomach hurts =.= Listening back to back to the songs that can be found. I miss most are the disney songs that I used to love it when I was a little girl. I prefer the old disney movies compared to now. As such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6600000/Mulan-Wallpaper-disney-6628330-1024-768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6600000/Mulan-Wallpaper-disney-6628330-1024-768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mulan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagesdisney.com/images/photos-cinderella-g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.imagesdisney.com/images/photos-cinderella-g.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trespassmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/beauty-and-the-beast-beauty-and-the-beast-309492_1024_768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.trespassmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/beauty-and-the-beast-beauty-and-the-beast-309492_1024_768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kewlwallpapers.com/images/wallpapers/little-mermaid-232579.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.kewlwallpapers.com/images/wallpapers/little-mermaid-232579.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/images/img_gal/478_Aladdin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/images/img_gal/478_Aladdin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.pictureshunt.com/pics/s/snow_white-4994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://images.pictureshunt.com/pics/s/snow_white-4994.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well..the best of all times! I'm dying to listen to the songs over and over again. As a child, I used to fantasize a lot because of all these movies. It brings out the right brain. I was always encouraged to watch cartoon when I was young. I'm glad I did. =) My imagination is way off the hook. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;Best of all time disney's Mickey Mouse and friends brings the laughter within a young child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/2274865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/2274865.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy, Goofy and Pluto!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Still loving Disney characters although I'm close to 20 right now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Lonely covers the atmosphere tonight...craps&lt;br /&gt;Sign off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-8498463074504388031?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8498463074504388031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/disney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8498463074504388031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8498463074504388031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/disney.html' title='Disney?'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8543991310784763983</id><published>2011-11-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T03:36:57.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Just Fun</title><content type='html'>I'm in the freaking Tanjung Malim again. Sobx. Why so early you ask? Because my friends came back and I planned to celebrate Jack's birthday which is this Saturday. Thats if he wants la. If he doesnt want, I still would give my whole day to be with him thats also up to him. LOL. He's a really good friend. I dont wanna ditch him like someone who would =P I wonder if he would read but anyway, sendiri tau tau la. XD I would be sleeping a lot if he didnt wana go out and celebrate it as well. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trev.members.winisp.net/jack/images/xmas/LoveJack.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.trev.members.winisp.net/jack/images/xmas/LoveJack.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite early yesterday morning to make sandwiches!! The pictures are on facebook at my profile page. Went there at about 11am and play the hell out! Running from here to thereand went to see the animals at the petting zoo. Guess what? We saw a porcuppine and the first thing that came to our minds...Azhar! LOL. He and his hair. Goodness gracious. Feel bad but thats the way it is. Hahahaha. Yvonne and Edwin were holding snakes. Creeps me. We left at about 4PM. Just those few hours could have gotten us sunburnt. *Shoulders aching now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calvinstudio.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/lost_world_of_tambun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.calvinstudio.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/lost_world_of_tambun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Aunty Cynthia's house to study a bit on Grammar. Get to know some few things about it. Now we realise that we worry for the non important things. Shit. So, we're gonna study whats important for the moment. Got some books from her and photostated. Gonna study them soon and I should share it with Jack and Victor too. Will show it to them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, by night time, we went to the Ipoh Town Hall to watch Let's Get Jiggy. This event is a dance competition. Its not just any dance but hip hop, Bboy and others. Watching crew after crew performing and it was really really good. It made me wanna jump up there and dance! LOL. Fan Yee Ling, my schoolmate and her crew members came in third place. It was really good!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://djshelpline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Top-Hip-Hop-Songs-List.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://djshelpline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Top-Hip-Hop-Songs-List.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, guess all of us cant wake up but I had to because I had to send aunty to the bank and Daniel to the library. Sheesh. Came back and throw myself on the bed and continue sleeping. Never thought I would be able to sleep again because usually after I wake up in the morning, its impossible to sleep again BUT I did. Weird but it happened before. Guess its due to all the tiredness piled up in me. We went to McD for the last time before going back to Tanjung Malim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never get bored of McD I suppose :) Always lovin it!!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life as a university student all over again!&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-8543991310784763983?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8543991310784763983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-than-just-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8543991310784763983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8543991310784763983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-than-just-fun.html' title='More Than Just Fun'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-9113536792305666085</id><published>2011-11-09T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:42:51.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Of TVB</title><content type='html'>Woke up early torturing Edwin again. The usual. Had breakfast which turn out to be lunch as well. Went to Gunung Lang for awhile only because the boat service is not available at the moment. We went to Ipoh Parade then. Meet up with my elder godbrother and he bought me Starbucks. I had to say that was the first time I had Starbucks :P I saw Chia Wei, Hwei Ann and Joshua whilst with Khim Wui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to take a rest before going to Pasar Malam. Met up with Andrea, Derrick and Aaron, Andrea's brother. We kinda overspent on things but satisfied though. Ravina isnt feeling well. Probably overeating. AND&amp;nbsp;I started watching Forensic Heroes 3 and by just watching the first episode I cant stop watching. Its been awhile since I watch TVB...I wont stop watching tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20ST3OdWeDw/TokAuOr5RxI/AAAAAAAAWrI/21_ScbRzGig/s1600/30N-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20ST3OdWeDw/TokAuOr5RxI/AAAAAAAAWrI/21_ScbRzGig/s320/30N-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome show. I'm waiting for Kai Xuan to give me Triumph In The Skies 2. LOL. Nothing much to say except that the alarm went off when Rowena accidentally opened the back door of my house. Edwin will never make her forget. LOL. Its gonna keep Victor happy too. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it for today. Continue watching now Episode 4 Forensic Heroes 3 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-9113536792305666085?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/9113536792305666085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-of-tvb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9113536792305666085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9113536792305666085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-of-tvb.html' title='More Of TVB'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20ST3OdWeDw/TokAuOr5RxI/AAAAAAAAWrI/21_ScbRzGig/s72-c/30N-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2257751895769981169</id><published>2011-11-08T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:44:48.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Across My Mind...</title><content type='html'>Its 1.13am and I'm supposed to sleep. But because I slept at 7 sumthing and woke up and 10.30pm, I couldnt close my eyes anymore. Kinda wide awake now. No idea what to do because I just finished typing out the linguistics assignment to send to Jerry. A bit sleepy dy but still I'm online again as usual. Listening to songs to ease up a bit as usual :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look around me now in the living room of my house, I realised how much I had missed home. I never like sitting at home last time. Driving out to the library, to school, to hang out with friends and never bother staying home. Now I realised how much I missed my home. Tanjung Malim kills me much. If its as comfortable and safe as home, I dont mind staying there, but it isnt. Its not comfortable, its not safe and its not convenient at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being there makes me more independant but seems like I didnt change much anyway. I was strong and had been stronger. Form 6 life drives me crazy and I learnt a lot from it especially from the friends that I fought with and&amp;nbsp;the teachers I argued with. Tiny scars combined making a big one. The bigger the scar, the more I learn to be strong and confident. I can just say, " I DONT NEED YOU, YOU AND YOU!" but thats not true. No matter how strong and confident I am, I still need my circle of friends. I had made awesome friends in UPSI and I'm definitely keeping them for eternity. Everyone needs somebody. I need somebody =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohiok.com/img/i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb260/babyj3nb/yourcomment/i-need-you/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://www.ohiok.com/img/i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb260/babyj3nb/yourcomment/i-need-you/9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be strong in taking sharp harsh words but it doesnt mean my tears wont flow out of my very eyes and it also doesnt mean I'm not hurt. Ill feel that short tinge of pain but because I'm too used to getting hurt that I feel my heart is made up of half steel. I'm afraid that I might turn into someone not loving and caring anymore as my heart is half sealed up. I do not want to not be able to feel anymore. Its bad. I guess I still dont mind keep getting hurt and fall and cry and stand up again and get hurt and cry and stand up again. Thats the way to be stronger and also being able to feel the pain, love or happiness...whichever concerns =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://winterlyrics.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/before-its-too-late.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://winterlyrics.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/before-its-too-late.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Many things are running in my mind right now and I just want to express how much I had fun these few days with Ravina, Yvonne, Rowena and Edwin. I actually observe much and learn a lot about them. I wont tell a thing even if they ask. But in Ravina's case, there's nothing to learn because Ive seen much of her and I spend almost every minute with her in class and KZ. Hahaha. I know her well enough. LOL. Trying my best to make their trip to Ipoh memorable =) I dont know if they really had fun but I tried my best. Never left my guest unattended =)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think I should stop before I get all touchy and emotional. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I almost never had emotional posts. Just once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Bye~﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2257751895769981169?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2257751895769981169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-across-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2257751895769981169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2257751895769981169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-across-my-mind.html' title='Things Across My Mind...'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-3061688995762888309</id><published>2011-11-07T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:27:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days In Ipoh</title><content type='html'>Its Monday and now I'm tired. Let me explain thoroughly what had been happening around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;After Olahraga, my friends and I took a bus back to Ipoh. This time, its a different group of people. Its Ravina, Edwin, Yvonne and Rowena. No plan of doing what yet as usual. Just go with the flow. LOL. Didnt get much of a sleep that night. Came back at around 11++ and took shower which made me unable to sleep for a moment. But due to fatigue, I slept. Woke up knowing its Saturday. I realised home made me sleep so well! I'm gonna cover all my sleep that I missed back in Tanjung Malim. (unlikely to happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;We went to PC fair. I was searching for a hard disk but it was too expensive now that Thailand flood. Main manufacturer. So anyway, I went to meet Mun Kiet. Bugging him about all the things that I should get here. He was working though. No time for me yet. Met his friend working behind, Benny and I saw Winci and her brother. Those are the only people I saw there. Just bought some stuff and headed to McD then. After so long of being stuck in Tanjung Malim, everytime coming back Ipoh, McD is the first thing that come to my mind. I dont care if I get fat!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Went to Jusco then to catch a movie. Tower Heist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlinemovieshut.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/tower-heist-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.onlinemovieshut.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/tower-heist-movie-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and wash up and rest before going out again. This time was going to Kbox with my family and friends. It ended up till 1am. Came home looking like a zombified person already. Slept through the night and woke up at 6am the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;The once a year Katina in Gunung Lang this time. This event in Gunung Lang is always crowded and with medias and reporters. I know it will be on the paper. During the event, we left to get bus tickets. FYI, my friends didnt come along due to the tiredness the night before. Came home doing assignments for a few hours until Jack gave us the idea to go to McD AGAIN for the second time. Went to Tesco and bought some things and came back. By night time, we went to the hawker stalls behind Tesco for a so-called dinner which was already supper. 10PM already by then. Tai, Benny and Keith came&amp;nbsp;while we were there. Talked awhile and asked about each other and then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (TODAY)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gua Tempurung this morning. Was driving quite fast and I reached in about less than 45 minutes. Awesome ride. Decided to go to the Stage 2 route in the cave because of a little bit something. But because Edwin wanted to go stage 4, I went with him and in the end, Yvonne came as well. Rowena and Ravina had the time of their lives taking picture and carving names on the stalagtites. Rememberance I suppose. Hahaha. Too bad Victor and Jack arent here. If not it'll be more fun. Yvonne, Edwin and I came out wet of course. The smart guy brought his extra clothing and didnt bother telling us. =.= Screw him. Anyway, came back and shower and slept for a moment before heading for a late lunch. Met up with Shaun and Richard. Guess my godbrother never change and Richard is still with his "Are you serious? " =.= Its neverending I guess. LOL. Tonight, no plans yet as Andrea will be heading to Kampar. So, staying put to see what comes up then. Hahaha. Ravina and Edwin are sleeping right now side by side as usual and Yvonne is online and Rowena taking her shower. Dont feel like eating as we were tooooo full even after a Futsal game with my brother. Missed him again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL-iHavKG0M/Rq5wZsP0Q5I/AAAAAAAAABk/LhxueFbwwXY/s320/GUA_TEMPURUNG03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL-iHavKG0M/Rq5wZsP0Q5I/AAAAAAAAABk/LhxueFbwwXY/s320/GUA_TEMPURUNG03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walkway&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cuti.com.my/Sub/Perak/tempurung2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.cuti.com.my/Sub/Perak/tempurung2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Formation of calcium carbonate :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppfRjJpiErY/TcDxoCu9V7I/AAAAAAAAArY/UuIoR3_5fh8/s1600/DSC05504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppfRjJpiErY/TcDxoCu9V7I/AAAAAAAAArY/UuIoR3_5fh8/s320/DSC05504.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went sliding first!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmadventure.com/news_press/images/f_11tempurung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.mmadventure.com/news_press/images/f_11tempurung.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And crawling.....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my plan was to bring them to Gunung Lang Recreational Park. Just a plan. Not sure also. Depends what time they awake. If its afternoon, I'm so not going. Imagine how hot its gonna be. Well...I'm bored and also kinda sleepy right now. Thats all for these few days. Will blog again maybe tonight or tomorrow night. Ciao people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-3061688995762888309?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3061688995762888309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-in-ipoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3061688995762888309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3061688995762888309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-in-ipoh.html' title='Days In Ipoh'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XL-iHavKG0M/Rq5wZsP0Q5I/AAAAAAAAABk/LhxueFbwwXY/s72-c/GUA_TEMPURUNG03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8923125023092787759</id><published>2011-11-04T07:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:23:53.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell</title><content type='html'>I hate it when people do things so irresponsibly. WTH! Come on. Ravina came to my house before 5.30am because of some technical problems of the assignment just now. I did the work with her by helping out bit and pieces of it. Cant do much as I really dont know what to do.&amp;nbsp;Some of her files went missing after receiving the assignment via mail.&amp;nbsp;I tried calling Jack and Victor to see if maybe they know how to recover the files but UNFORTUNATELY, these people turned off their phones. Haih. We&amp;nbsp;laid the emergency word aside and do it again. People can just simply throw their work in the middle of the night on the dateline day of the handing in assignments! What the hell..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant take this kinda attitude anymore. I can be tolerating everyone around me. But I had been tolerating too much. Really too much. I dont like starting arguments and all. I just tolerate when I'm able to. Test my patience to my limit and you're dead. I wont tolerate no more then.&amp;nbsp;This week is my emotional week. So sorry if some posts sound offensive and all. Let's just pretend its my hearts content. I'm pouring it out for a better living of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now and take my shower. Class at 9am. As usual, I'm a punctual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.demotivationalposters.org/image/demotivational-poster/1009/frustration-the-well-of-inspiration-drying-up-feels-bad-demotivational-poster-1284771682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://www.demotivationalposters.org/image/demotivational-poster/1009/frustration-the-well-of-inspiration-drying-up-feels-bad-demotivational-poster-1284771682.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-8923125023092787759?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8923125023092787759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8923125023092787759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8923125023092787759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-hell.html' title='What The Hell'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-933744528225363526</id><published>2011-11-04T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:42:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Feeling....</title><content type='html'>A little bit depressed. No idea why. I spent my whole day out of my Kolej. No point staying in anyway. Went to pekan with Ravina and Edwin. Came back to campus with Yashwin ( Ravina's boyfriend) and Ravina but in the end, I was walking alone by myself. Let those 2 go dating. Hahaha. I was alone for a few hours. Funny that I could really stand it for a few hours without company. Usually, everywhere I go, I wish there is company. I guess practically I do. God is with me. Watching over my every move. I always feel safe wherever I go =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KUO to meet Jack. Ravina came half an hour after that. Talking a bit of this and a bit of that. Jack left us to do his work in his room for an hour and a half without telling us both. Haih. Anyway, we went back to campus where Jack and Victor went to Taman Bernam for class. Shopping with Ravina for a bit of things. Had dinner with Jack and went back to KZ to meet up with the pengetua who wants the vocals to form a group to perform in public for certain upcoming events. Nice guy. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt bad ditching Edwin for tennis. Tearing after reading Jack's blog. WTH.&amp;nbsp;Lazy to explain so much. I'm so not in a mood. Being mad at someone sure is tiring but what to do? I am a forgiving person but well....its not my problem really. Its a monthly thing. Forget it then. It just kept bothering me. @.@ My eyes hurt so much that I had to use eyedrops. Haih. Coming home soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY...Its a total crap la this post. I wish I could just crumple this post and throw it into the bin. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed depressed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-933744528225363526?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/933744528225363526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/933744528225363526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/933744528225363526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-feeling.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling....'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6296013869791984270</id><published>2011-11-03T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T01:08:58.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 MORE DAYS</title><content type='html'>EHEE =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is *look at the time* ... was Wednesday. I can tell you that this day seemed like the longest most hectic day ever using most of our brain cells although Monday's classes packed up like sardines. Why? Because I did my Listening and Speaking presentation. @@ Ravina and Ratna called it good but as usual I doubt. Well, at least its over and done. Next! Linguistics presentation on that one part of Chapter 2. Didnt exactly bothered but I was shaking inside as I pronounced my words nervously that I tangled up words. Was having the worst headache ever. I suspect the rain did it =* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this headache and the feel of restlessness felt like I havent slept in days, havent rested in weeks and havent eaten in months. My head was heavy as if its gonna fall to the ground, feeling of fever coming around. I'm surprised that I could keep myself up till 12.50am right now which usually I would be complaining already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Tennis with Ravina and Edwin. Welllllll....it was drizzling. That Jack gave me warning la now. He told me not to go under the rain anymore. Sometimes, I just cant help me. The rain loves me =D&amp;nbsp; Tennis only for a moment then we went for a little hot drink before heading back to KZ for vocals training. Rowena said it was audition. Finally, its just a gathering and well, sing! Singing was fun. Was singing with Syazza (awesome voice with guitar skills), Christine, Yvonne, Shirley, Ravina and Rowena. We sang for almost 2 hours if any of these people notice because I noticed. Hahaha. Definitely going K-box again soon. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1am now and I really should get to bed :) I'm going off now. Have a good sleep :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;LIVE WELL.&lt;br /&gt;PLAY WELL.&lt;br /&gt;SING WELL.&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVING LIFE! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6296013869791984270?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6296013869791984270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6296013869791984270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6296013869791984270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-more-days.html' title='2 MORE DAYS'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2789836707634838373</id><published>2011-11-02T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:39:52.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Me</title><content type='html'>It was an O-K-A-Y day yesterday but Dominate really scare me about giving up his life. I dont think I'm misinterprating anything. He got me worried all morning. Goodness, brother if you are reading this, please dont play a fool with your life. So many people wanted to live and God gave you the opportunity to live. So live each day like no other. It may be bad it may be good. Just bear with it. God loves giving challenges. Every challenge makes us stronger. So, PLEASE dont scare me up like that. Its no fun I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been studying and bored the afternoon yesterday&amp;nbsp;reading up some Sahsiah with Ravina, Jack and Victor before we take our exam at night at 8.30pm. I wouldnt say the exam is hard. Its just okay because its all a touch on surface. Its all on the powerpoint slides. Mostly. After the exam, we went to eat. Finding out from Rowena that tomorrow, the vocals audition will be going on. Hard time for us choosing a song to shoot. My voice is a bit rough right now. Its not the right time to sing. Besides, I have&amp;nbsp;2 presentations going on today. Yikes. Another half an hour from now, I'm leaving for class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. *Dont look at Ady Mahadi. Dont look at Ady Mahadi* This guy is gonna make me laugh during my presentation wey. Its scares me. This presentation is important as it consists of 20 marks. *gulp* Great...Now I'm all over the moon for it. I'm not in panic neither am I nervous. Maybe later. After about 6 people presented, its my friggin turn. God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crossstitchworld.com/Images/08562_God_Bless_Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="88" src="http://www.crossstitchworld.com/Images/08562_God_Bless_Us.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY...its 8.40am now. Gonna pack my things and leave. Will blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2789836707634838373?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2789836707634838373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/bless-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2789836707634838373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2789836707634838373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/bless-me.html' title='Bless Me'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2325945749151989465</id><published>2011-11-01T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:43:27.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Tanjung Malim</title><content type='html'>As you guys realised, its Tuesday now. I should have blogged like 2 days ago but due to some health problems and studies, I was pretty much drowned by it that I barely have time to reach for my laptop and facebook as well. Now, I'm back with more energy than ever. Thanks to tennis last night that I feel way better. Throwing out all the anger and sweat all the heat out of my body. I feel good right now but of course, sports cant heal it all but its way way better than the last 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to the temple for Katina prayers. Its a once a year offering and I think I post about it every year. Every november there's a post about it I'm sure of it. Its a very blessed yearly event that I will never missed. Always praying for a good year, praying for friends and family, praying for success and of course being thankful for the road I had went through with all the challenges hitting me every year. It made me stronger day by day. Making the wrong friends, fighting with brothers and all. It helps us grow into a stronger, patient and mature person. It open our eyes to know that life isnt as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having some crazy headache yesterday it seems that it was hard concentrating in class. I prefer to be half dead than half sick. Its still not my turn to present for the individual presentation! *Roll eyes* Please let me get it done and over with. I'd been waiting for too long. I dont care!! I just wanna get things done and I dont care about the outcome at all. As long as I know that I will do well. In every subject, I do pretty much my best. The results? Damn it. No point crying over spilt milk. Just accept the results as it is knowing that we have to try harder in anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://terrywalk.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/jacquie_wa_positiveattitude.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://terrywalk.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/jacquie_wa_positiveattitude.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://modernbusinesslife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/positive_thinking_6055125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://modernbusinesslife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/positive_thinking_6055125.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, &lt;br /&gt;Keep throwing challenges in my life. Although its hard to go through, I know that You will give me challenges up to the limit that I could take and You know that&amp;nbsp;I will make it through. Thank You for making me a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I.LOVE.MY.LIFE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2325945749151989465?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2325945749151989465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-in-tanjung-malim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2325945749151989465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2325945749151989465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-in-tanjung-malim.html' title='Back In Tanjung Malim'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6825301382303089712</id><published>2011-10-29T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T23:27:04.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of Home</title><content type='html'>Its Saturday. Its been a week since I'm in Ipoh and I realised how fast time flies when we're having fun. I had went out with Andrea, Sarah, Shaun, Dominate and John. These are the only people on my mind when I come back. My other friends, I really have no news on them eventhough I posted on Facebook that Ill be back in Ipoh. Therefore, I'm not too sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because Andrea was dying for me to come back, I can NEVER forget her. Not with her spams on my wall, her distant laughter and her gorgeous smile. Hahaha. She's the coolest =)&amp;nbsp; Sarah the busy woman. We just have to keep informing her about our presence in Ipoh. LOL. I can understand her busy-ness XD As for my 3 cutetard brothers, they are still in Ipoh and SPM is approaching soon. 2 weeks for now. The way they study freaked me out really. I had to inform them about my presence in Ipoh. If not they will ask me "WHY DIDNT TELL ME THAT YOU ARE HERE???"&lt;br /&gt;I get that a lot XD So, I'm gonna inform them everytime I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_love_andrea_heart_t_shirt_postcard-p239426165591899599qibm_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_love_andrea_heart_t_shirt_postcard-p239426165591899599qibm_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5eDK7rT3Ms/S4DK7ps06OI/AAAAAAAABIM/700P-ApEaIs/s400/i_love_sarah4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5eDK7rT3Ms/S4DK7ps06OI/AAAAAAAABIM/700P-ApEaIs/s400/i_love_sarah4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.cafepress.com/image/14003396_400x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.cafepress.com/image/14003396_400x400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Jusco with John, Daniel and Dominate. Went for a movie Real Steel when suddenly *shut* the movie was cut off. Why? The whole Jusco blacked out. Aisy..Troublesome. We got our refunds and leave. Dominate went of with his girlfriend leaving us behind. LOL. We went to Wong Kok to eat as that is like the nearest and only place to eat that has electricity. 4PM badminton and Xtreme Park with the same people and went to Andrea's Mum's Cafe to see&amp;nbsp;Andrea again. Take A Break VIP Lounge at Ipoh Garden South. This girl is missing me badly that made her miss her even more wey. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm really tired. It was like really happy today seeing the people I love and still I'm tired. At least I know I can sleep with the smile on face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUrWKiNVItE/TcoO-s_2ANI/AAAAAAAAAU8/76dH7hd_Xck/s400/sleeping-problem2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUrWKiNVItE/TcoO-s_2ANI/AAAAAAAAAU8/76dH7hd_Xck/s400/sleeping-problem2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Knowing there are people who loves you like no other makes you special in a way that others dont feel what you feel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going back to Tanjung Malim tomorrow. I will blog at night at my hostel tomorrow. How sad. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6825301382303089712?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6825301382303089712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-day-of-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6825301382303089712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6825301382303089712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-day-of-home.html' title='Last Day Of Home'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5eDK7rT3Ms/S4DK7ps06OI/AAAAAAAABIM/700P-ApEaIs/s72-c/i_love_sarah4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4434286572808043104</id><published>2011-10-29T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T01:21:51.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Reminscences</title><content type='html'>I went to see Dominate today at his house. I missed him!! We talked a little and damn he say I didnt update him anything padahal he didnt update me as well. LOL. Gonna meet up with him and John tomorrow and I'm gonna update them about everything. Everything that I've went through. The happy moments and also the hurtful moments. Making the right and awesome friends and also the bitchy and arrogant friends. At least they roughly know how I survive in the dead town of Tanjung Malim. Dominate's mum came to ask me about this boy in school. How was he and what he does? It brings back loads of memories. She asked about my family and that brings back more. But because it has been too long, I dont feel the way that I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;went out with Anil and Pui San and we talked for 2 hours. Anil said he missed me. And I told him that he only missed bullying me. LOL. I'm not surprised really. As long as they remember me, I dont mind. I get tongue-tied arguing with him always. He always win. Grr. Cant change the fact that I really missed those times. Really really sweet reminiscenes. People tell me that Anil is a bad influence and yes I admit that but I wont be influence by him. I'm big enough to know whats wrong and right. Well, I remember how I used to get out of school in the middle of classes for McD. Of course I didnt ponteng class. Teacher wasnt in. I was free. Anil, Adrian, Yong Seng. Ponteng a few times but I never ever missed class! Hardly. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I miss Form 6 Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;" When I'm hurt, I cry, I forgive and I move on but I can hardly forget "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4434286572808043104?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4434286572808043104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-reminscences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4434286572808043104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4434286572808043104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-reminscences.html' title='Sweet Reminscences'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-9132036769094071499</id><published>2011-10-28T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:37:49.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Studying Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just came back from sending Shirley and Victor to the bus station. Its me and only me now. So, being the usual of loneliness, I would be studying hell for my Pembangunan Sahsiah although its multiple choice questions. Guess what? My weakness is multiple choice questions. Always giving the wrong answers. Since now that my home is a little more peaceful, I guess I should hit the books right now. I got to prepare my individual presentation as well as doing my log book for Olahraga. Its already Friday and I doubt my ability to finish up my work before Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just stay in Ipoh. I dont want to go back to Tanjung Malim if its possible. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is always the safest, most peaceful and happiest place on earth. Nothing can fight that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dorrys.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/hit-the-books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://dorrys.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/hit-the-books.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-9132036769094071499?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/9132036769094071499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/real-studying-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9132036769094071499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9132036769094071499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/real-studying-starts.html' title='Real Studying Begins'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1542416525900745104</id><published>2011-10-28T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T01:32:11.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAS IN IPOH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MONDAY (25/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with my godbrother Shaun. One thing that I notice is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;" Shaun, had you grown taller??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My little bros are all getting taller. Growing up without realising. We went to Jusco and he was with his friend Max. Just got to know this guy. He invited another friend. Xin Li. We went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;K-Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Arhh. Singing. Hahaha. I forced my darling brother to sing and in the end he did.&amp;nbsp;Some people do sing well. I mean, dont compare with the singers. Among us normal people, some people are good singers. Xin Li sings well. She's good really. Hahaha. I hadnt been singing. Rusted dy. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for snooker. Ish. I didnt know how to play it but I get the hang of it after awhile. It was funny at first. The first time I went to play this was with Anil and the gang. That was way back awhile. I actually won. Hahaha.&amp;nbsp;After that, I went to Shaun's house. We talked and&amp;nbsp;took his dog a.k.a little sister for a walk. Before I head home, Shaun gave me a long hug. Awww... I really missed that. I really do. =) &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love you lots Shaun darling. Study hard and all the best!! Jie loves you!! &amp;lt;3 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By night, Andrea came by to fetch me and Sarah and we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ice-Cream House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for ice-cream! Whee~ Its been so long since I had real food. We talked and laughed so loud like nobody's business. The girl with the loudest voice goes to Andrea Ong!!! LOL. As we were heading back, we came up with an idea of staying over at Sarah's place and we did. Didnt bring anything there AT ALL!! Hahaha. We watched movies at her place but none of us could stay up. In the end, the movie were continued the next morning!! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY (26/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in Sarah's house that morning and continued our movie.&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; P.S. I Love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I prefer the book over the movie. Sweet but the book is way sweeter that it could drive you into tears. I had breakfast there cooked by Sarah's mum. Yummm!! Sarah dropped me home then so that I could take a drive to fetch Victor and Shirley. We went to eat while waiting for Jack but then realising that we better go home first so that the both of them can settle down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 4, I drove to Medan Gopeng to get Jack and we got back getting ready to go for a game of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;badminton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Andrea, Sarah, Daniel, James, Derrick and Fredson. Its been a while since I played. I played like hell. Hitting shuttles like nobody's business until I sweat! After that, I left early with Jack and Victor and we had to go back to get Shirley and come back out for chicken beansprouts! Came back looking like a zombie but unable to sleep :( I was talking to Jack the whole night to keep me company. But finally I did sleep but not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WEDNESDAY (27/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my friends to Ipoh Parade this morning. I never liked Ipoh Parade. Why? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Its always the same old thing over and over again that I got so sick of. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Dangerous for girls. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Its boring. Anyway, I went because Shirley wanted to shop. I just went with it. I saw little kids dancing for appreciation of Childrens' Day 2011. Aww...they are so cute!!!!!!!!!! It reminds me a lot how much I used to enjoy dancing. I had once wore a kimono dancing the Japanese dance. Its something different. Victor was with Shirley all the way and I was with Jack when he went into Anime Tech. Obviously I'm the one who seem to not take any interest in anything around me. We went for MCD after that with Andrea and Derrick! :D Its been awhile. Always the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiVpnujdsbU/SvHYfIpH2UI/AAAAAAAAAk0/fxzkbKDNm4c/s400/mcd_lovin_it__clr%255B1%255D%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiVpnujdsbU/SvHYfIpH2UI/AAAAAAAAAk0/fxzkbKDNm4c/s400/mcd_lovin_it__clr%255B1%255D%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we went K-Box to sing for 2 or 3 hours I think. Hahaha. I really went voiceless!! Totally! Berlinz Beer House with Jack, Vic and Shirley with Andrea, Derrick and Erwin, Andrea's godbrother from Penang. I tasted white wine for the first time and it was nice! I like it XD My face was heated up a bit. LOL. Went for a night movie - &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In Time&lt;/span&gt; by Justin Timberlake and Amanda Seyfried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.80millionmoviesfree.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/in-time-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.80millionmoviesfree.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/in-time-movie-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a really cool movie but I doze off a second a bit. I was too tired after all the few nights staying up. I feel like crap. This time, I can sleep. Impossible not to sleep because I would be walking dead the next morning. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THURSDAY (28/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dim sum in the morning and then to Jusco. Jack took me to watch another movie while Shirley went shopping with Victor again. We watched &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Sector 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; which is a Korean movie and the main actress is Ha Ji-Won!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She's so cool and cute!!! Hahaha. Its like eversince I watched Secret Garden, I cant stop admiring her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a9.vietbao.vn/images/vn955/giai-tri/55253626-1253424369-Ha-ji-won_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a9.vietbao.vn/images/vn955/giai-tri/55253626-1253424369-Ha-ji-won_2.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha Ji-Won &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Then I drove out to fetch Jack to Medan Gopeng again. Aww..He left just today afternoon. My best friend! :( Missed him already. I meet up with Pui San during my lunch hour. We talked and talked and I feel that there are still many things to be talked about. Therefore, I plan to meet up with her again tmrw to talk and talk and talk!!! Thats the awesomeness of having best friends! After coming from Jusco and taking a rest and all, we went to tong sui gai for some dessert. As usual, I always loved the ice kacang there. Yumm. I wonder if I gained weight. Guess what? Its not important! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats for the 4 days that I have no time to check out facebook and blog about it. Read it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-1542416525900745104?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1542416525900745104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-in-ipoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1542416525900745104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1542416525900745104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-in-ipoh.html' title='I WAS IN IPOH'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiVpnujdsbU/SvHYfIpH2UI/AAAAAAAAAk0/fxzkbKDNm4c/s72-c/mcd_lovin_it__clr%255B1%255D%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4625478140939013184</id><published>2011-10-24T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:43:17.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cant Live Without</title><content type='html'>Its been 2 months only being in university! ONLY 2 MONTHS...time is flying really slowly.&amp;nbsp;I feel like I'm&amp;nbsp;walking step by step which is so slow. I had been sleeping for 3 hours today before I went to Medan Gopeng to get Jack's bus ticket. I was soooo lazy and also exhausted to say but I went anyway. I will feel very guilty if Jack can't go back later and getting screwed by his mum or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I came back, I realised I cant be away from Ravina at all!! LOL. I missed her so much. I guess within these 2 months, we are always helping each other and protecting each other and laughing like mad everywhere we go where people will watch us with wary eyes. Hahaha. I really missed her ady. The mood of studying isnt here now that nobody is here with. Now at home, I'm sticking myself to the television. Watching movies and all. Hahahaha. I MISS YOU RAVINA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I cant be away from Jack too. We can talk all day just like with Ravina. Aww. He's like my long lost brother but I need to get rid of his bad habits. A lot of em. And he'll be reading this. I know. LOL. Jack, I MISS YOU!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and Rowena!!! How are you people in KZ right now? Boring without me eh? I know you miss me and KEEP MISSING ME!!! Because I really miss you guys. Not listening to Yvonne crapping and her awesome sarcasm really made me miss her. SARCASM MASTER thats her. Miss Datin Rowena Amanda Francis. I miss you tooooo! I love to see her arguing with Yvonne. Its funny and it just made my day everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor, I gotta say I really miss you too although you LOVE irritating me like hell and still say the right words without a head and a tail. Dont worry...we'll never leave you out unless you still looking for you right group of friends! LOL. I'm waiting for you to come to Ipoh with your Mrs. Ill talk to you tonight to talk about your tomorrow! LOL. Dont let her take control. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh...I gotta leave now!!! Blog again later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/i_miss_you/images/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/i_miss_you/images/11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVING AND MISSING YOU GUYS!! &amp;lt;3 *hugs hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4625478140939013184?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4625478140939013184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-cant-live-without.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4625478140939013184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4625478140939013184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-cant-live-without.html' title='I Cant Live Without'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-5060750740919936527</id><published>2011-10-23T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:26:00.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Dead</title><content type='html'>Living Dead is because I am living dead =.= I'm really really exhausted. I went to Teratak Riverview with Ravina, Yvonne, Ratna, Ady and Edwin yesterday morning and yes we had a great time. Now only I know that Edwin is a skilled hunter back in Sarawak. No wonder he can jump from rock to rock swiftly without falling and I'm the opposite. I kept falling. Cut my toe a bit. No harm done. The stream is cooling and like Ady said, the water is tempting that he had to get into the water although all of us didnt planned on getting wet. Edwin really tortured me badly wey. =.=|| No further explanations about that.&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for half an hour or more I suppose on the way to Teratak and about the same time on the way back. I walked with Ady on the way back and I know him better now. Before this, we didnt even have a proper talk and I never knew him. He is someone VERY smart at one point and VERY crappy at another point. Its like some split personality. But he's a nice kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all really slept in the bus on the way back to KZ. Because we walked a lot and got bitten by lots and lots of mosquitoes. Guess what? My family said I got darker &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Thats not the thing I wanted to hear. Oh well. As I reached my place, I really slept till evening where there's JMK meeting at 9PM then. But Ravina and I didnt stay long as I had to get some things done. VERY urgent because if not, I wouldnt be in Ipoh right now. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling things last night, Ravina came to my place for a sleepover and we skyped with Edwin and Jack. 4-way conversation. Edwin as usual doesnt wana talk. I got nothing to say about this. He only talks to Ravina. So, I talked to Jack. Sometimes, there's just awkward silence. We talked for hours and hours. I ended up sleeping at 4am and I woke up at 6.30 this morning. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping late is gonna bring down my immune system. Now, I felt like sick ass right now. Before I went up the bus this morning, Yvonne, Rowena and Ravina hugged me goodbye. Aww...it made me miss them even more right now :( Have fun guys if you are reading this. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I missed you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say to myself is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://davidcruise.cruiseblogs.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/welcome-home-sign1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://davidcruise.cruiseblogs.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/welcome-home-sign1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right..Now, enough of zombie-ing for me, I'm going to bed!! Goodnight! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-5060750740919936527?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5060750740919936527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/living-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5060750740919936527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5060750740919936527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/living-dead.html' title='Living Dead'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-5543227075336214986</id><published>2011-10-22T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T02:02:14.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day to HOME</title><content type='html'>Today...I meant yesterday...I had spent my time during Grammar classes cracking my head listening to Mdm Napisah explaining about Negations, Gerunds and To-infinitives. Aisyyy....Its really brain bursting for all these because I can't understand!! I'm gonna bring my books back to Ipoh and I'm gonna do consistent studying although I have friends around. Am gonna try though and I know its gonna be hard to do consistent studying &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out the whole afternoon with Jack. We went to KFC. Not the kind of fast food would I go for but I had no choice. This is Tanjung Malim, people. MCD not available!! How do I live life in Tanjung Malim without MCD, cinema, a real good shopping mall and an awesome place to lepak? I can't live without this. I feel like shit here. OKAY..we're going outta topic. HE BOUGHT A DORAEMON COMIC!! @@ Shheeesshh...How long have I not touched doraemon comics? I've got no idea. We lepak at KFC till 3pm and went back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I was in Kolej Ungku Omar (KUO) ! Awesome! Okay la...not bad. But I prefer KZ. My place is even better. Looks better and line also better. HEHEHE. But their place is rather convenient because they have other shops there like 7-11. KZ got nothing! Thats the thing. Nice college but no nice shops. WTCrap. I waited for Jack for half an hour. He was fixing the pipes and didnt bother telling me =.= I waited like "God knows what this fella is doing up there" Hmmph. I had to text him pulak. Gentleman betul budak nihh....I know you will be reading this. Go get your gentlemanliness back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played a few songs for me on his guitar. I'm gonna be learning guitar with him and Christine pretty soon. We went for olahraga and I was hoping that we would sprint today but NOOOO..finally he separated us into groups and guess what? The topic that I didnt want, end up in my hands! HIGH JUMP!! Thats total crap. Why is it turning back against me? =( I fear high jumps. Its lame and stupid because it never lets me cross x.x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By night, we went to KHAR for PC Fair. Seems like there are quite somethings interesting though. Needed a hdd as its gonna hold my entertainment for the next 4 years of hell here where there are nothing!&amp;nbsp; I didnt manage to get anything yet because I didnt withdraw any money. Didnt even bother. If my mum said okay then Ill buy it tomorrow afternoon. Eujin and Tai said its worth buying. Might as well buy then. I needed it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but now that I had showered, I cant seem to keep my eyes shut. Still online watching drama. LOL. But I am going to bed soon. Ciaoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-5543227075336214986?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5543227075336214986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-more-day-to-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5543227075336214986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5543227075336214986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-more-day-to-home.html' title='One more day to HOME'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1864163668689645940</id><published>2011-10-20T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:54:11.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just An Off Day</title><content type='html'>Alright...I woke up early going on FB again until Ravina texted " We go to campus at 10.20am" It was almost 10am and I havent do anything that Im supposed to do like taking a shower and brush my teeth. By the time I'm done with that, its already 10.30am. I didnt take breakfast and head downstairs to find Ravina just came by. Haishhhh.... *I dont feel like doing anything this morning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Edwin, Jack and Victor and head to the IPSI building to see Pn.Samsiah just for the Pembangunan Sahsiah books. (Finally) We got them. Passed some to Azhar and Ady and back to KZ we go. I hung out with Jack, Ravina and Victor for Olahraga notes and yes we all found the notes that we needed. Therefore, we are gonna share it. LOL. Besides working, we were laughing a lot there. AND OBVIOUSLY laughing more with the sarcastic woman coming around. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I cant stop laughing about was what Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;" Its not like I havent seen it&amp;nbsp;before!"&lt;br /&gt;Ravina was rather shocked! Hahaha. No further details for this part of the story. Someone will be reading this and will definitely kill me tomorrow. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and Ravina, the 2 weird and sarcastic ones MENCALARKAN my name. They both used my Facebook account and post things on it WHICH includes the comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The status was : I LOVE YVONNE GLORY THOMAS...TO INFINITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..thats just fine but Ravina commented..." Are you les?"&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY ACCOUNT&amp;nbsp; : Yvonne who moved away from my laptop, came Ravina who answered " Maybe.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its like she answered herself BUT when people see it, its gonna be my name. OH WELLLLLL...I'm thankful that my friends didnt come online to see my friggin weird status and blasted comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an off day. Its good to have some funny situations around here anyway. Ill forget about it and hunt Yvonne tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights peeps! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-1864163668689645940?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1864163668689645940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-off-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1864163668689645940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1864163668689645940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-off-day.html' title='Just An Off Day'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8212394536173979218</id><published>2011-10-20T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:15:25.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alone Time</title><content type='html'>What I thought about yesterday was I thought it was Thursday because both my Listening and Speaking and Linguistics classes were cancelled. Bummer. Both were presentations that I really wanna get it over with! Too bad now that we have to wait till Deepavali ends. Craps. Besides, more classes to replace because everyone wanted to have their holidays. I hate class replacements a lot. It kills to even know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us went online in the morning commenting on this and that about the outing 2 nights back. When we met and we talk about, we just realised that the first thing that we reach to when we open out eyes was the laptop without even bother cleaning ourselves first. I was like...Yvonne, Rowena, Ravina, Kalai, Shirley all did the same as what I did? LOL. I was rather surprised. So, university students are all the same no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole afternoon I was with Yvonne and Ravina doing out respective work. I was poking Yvonne to finish up her G.O. because she said she felt sleepy after eating and she dont feel like doing. Finally she did finished according to her. I dont know. Hahaha. Ravina and I was doing sahsiah. Trying to finish up our reports. But still, its hanging halfway. I dont know why. =.= Because nobody gives a damn about it? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we thought of going cycling but it rained. Hush. Instead of playing badminton or cycling or jogging, we played rainwater. XD The only thing thats there and all of us were under the rain for sometime walking here and there. Hmm. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love the rain&lt;/span&gt;. I just realised that it had been so long since I played under the rain and catch a cold. I love that feeling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media02.hongkiat.com/rain-photography/standing-in-the-rain-ii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://media02.hongkiat.com/rain-photography/standing-in-the-rain-ii.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..not this picture exactly. Its more like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20081007102842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20081007102842.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing rainwater with each other. That totally started from Rowena. Hahaha. We just played along then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SENTENCE OF THE DAY BY YVONNE GLORY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"She's got Victor's Syndrome now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor is a friend of ours who talkes but sometimes we couldnt understand him because he speak of something right in the middle where there's not a heading or a footer in his sentence and SHE refers to Ravina. LOLs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-8212394536173979218?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8212394536173979218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/alone-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8212394536173979218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8212394536173979218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/alone-time.html' title='The Alone Time'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-9107122799008066634</id><published>2011-10-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:05:29.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Hours Felt Like A Whole Day</title><content type='html'>Practically I had been doing Sahsiah with Ravina and Shirley for 2 and a half hours. And obviously the 2 and a half hours is not fully used up as we were talking and listening to songs while doing work. But at least I did finished it with 729 words!! Hehe. I have never wrote so much crap as much as 729 words. I'm surprised of my ability in writing. Hehe. Maybe because I had been blogging for too long. I guess blogging helps writing a bit but grammar errors are still all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeanalysis.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/cramming_for_test_h1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://lifeanalysis.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/cramming_for_test_h1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, we went of at 4.30PM to the salon again because Ravina's hair looks like some broom and they blow her hair again for free and its NICE!! goshh..I never liked trying on curls because I'm afraid of looking too mature XD OHKAY...thats only half the truth. The truth is I'm afraid of what I would look like. I dare not disturb my hair. Its beautiful just the way it is =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited for the other to arrive so that we can find that Blue Garden Cafe. The others besides me, Shirley and Ravina are....Yvonne, Rowena, Hui Xing, Jack, Victor and Edwin. The Blue Garden Cafe is way way way and we were looking all over the place for it and asked a few people on the way. Laughing and talking all the way. And guess who complained? Sendiri sendiri tau la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the food there isnt that expensive. Its reasonable la. We'll come again next time if the other dont mind walking because it was quite secluded. AND definitely we cannot go without the guys. It would be dangerous for us girls as the place is so quiet and at night, its too dark. You'll never know when things happen. =P Guess what? After dinner we WALKED back to campus. LOL. Yvonne claimed that Shirley was singing the university song on the way =.= Obviously I was bullying Jack. The usual thing. The old Sharon will never stop XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walking felt like miles and miles for the others I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HUI XING'S WORD OF THE DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARCATISM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be able to find the mistake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-9107122799008066634?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/9107122799008066634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/few-hours-felt-like-whole-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9107122799008066634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9107122799008066634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/few-hours-felt-like-whole-day.html' title='Few Hours Felt Like A Whole Day'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2944197461131757748</id><published>2011-10-18T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:37:19.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.Tennis.BUS TICKET!!</title><content type='html'>THE bus ticket part is due to Victor and Shirley who wants to follow me back to Ipoh where Jasmeet sold her ticket to Victor because she wanted to go back earlier. Shirlet dont have a ticket therefore I have to sell mine to her so that she can go with Victor in order not to get lost in Ipoh. I KNOW Ipoh is an impossible place to get lost but One from Sarawak, One from Taiping. Better not leave both of them wandering and lost right? So, I'm gonna get a new ticket home and earlier than the coming Tuesday of course. DYING to go home! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams. Grammar and Reading Mid Term was help yesterday. Reading was well...okay..I wouldnt say I did it well and I'm not even sure whether its right! hahaha. But I did with confidence though. For Grammar, SCREW IT then. My gosh. I cannot even understand the question!! Adei...I would be VERY suprised if I got high marks. I would be screaming hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/maridav/maridav0904/maridav090400009/4686681-very-excited-eurasian-university-student-screaming-of-joy-isolated-on-white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/maridav/maridav0904/maridav090400009/4686681-very-excited-eurasian-university-student-screaming-of-joy-isolated-on-white.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay..thats what I expect to do if I graduate. Not now. Hahahaha. ANYWAYs, screw exam! Next : TENNIS! I'm lovin this sport although I kept doing it all wrong. But I like it. Hahaha. Learning process wert and Abang Din is being nice teaching us all the way and he didnt even train much. Having an awesomely funny and cute trainer makes the learning process more fun. HAHAHAHA. We'll be going more often to train up. Its not easy. Holding the racquet is a problem ady. But we're learning and I'm getting the hang of it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..thats all about yesterday I guess. Not sure if I missed out anything at all. HAHAHA. Keep reading guys. Love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2944197461131757748?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2944197461131757748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/examstennisbus-ticket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2944197461131757748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2944197461131757748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/examstennisbus-ticket.html' title='Exams.Tennis.BUS TICKET!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2837095131026929280</id><published>2011-10-16T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:09:18.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS SUNDAY! =(</title><content type='html'>Hate Sunday nights where you have to wake up tomorrow morning knowing its Monday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had been up early because of my friends coming over to study. GRAMMAR! Exam is tomorrow and we just got to know about it last week. Apparently we started but we didnt know how much had we studied by all means. Grammar seems like no limit at all. Not sure whether we finished or not. Some things we can barely even understand. Not saying that we need spoonfeeding like back in Form 5 but we havent even see the spoon coming! And how the hell are suppose to study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.towson.edu/ows/verb6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://www.towson.edu/ows/verb6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of what us TESLians are studying these days. AND I'm kinda studying that now as exam is tomorrow. I'm not taking it simple because its gonna affect our CGPA. 20% of it. If only grammar is simpler and not head cracking to find out weird explanations about it. Why use this instead of this? Its crap question!! WTH.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and Ravina had been here the whole afternoon just to help. Not only me but all of us&amp;nbsp;were helping each other with these kinda crap. Calling and asking my mum for help and we finally got the friggin explanation. Why? Because my mum was a former English teacher and Mdm Napisah was not even answering her phone. So, we can't stare at the wall, the ceiling and fan wishing the answer would just fall upon us. SEAN could actually say that Grammar is common sense! Good for him for being so smart then. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;*salute*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..am waiting for Yvonne to come back from church and for Ravina to take her bath so that we can continue with our friggin discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WORD BY RAVINA DEVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;KITAR-CYCLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Supposedly Kitar Semula or Recycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasnt even aware that she said that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep myself interested in this subject and no matter how much I hate saying it... I still gotta say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50314_257046452188_5755_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50314_257046452188_5755_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...Thats all about ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2837095131026929280?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2837095131026929280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2837095131026929280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2837095131026929280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-sunday.html' title='ITS SUNDAY! =('/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1761981710569867020</id><published>2011-10-15T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:23:42.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying Outside</title><content type='html'>I was with Ravina the whole day today. We had lunch and then I went to donate blood. The nurses are from Slim River hospital and I think they are no good. The way they inject me is painful. I can feel the needle =.= Ravina and I were like laughing and laughing all the way. The people there who sees us look at us as if we're weird. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdBzk2jdWfA/S7r1SOT6ZNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/dg8MJyAF7_0/s1600/laugh.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdBzk2jdWfA/S7r1SOT6ZNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/dg8MJyAF7_0/s320/laugh.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Taman Bernam then where Ravina wanted to get her hair done. 2pm we reached there and She straightened her fringed and had her hair curled and also colouring her hair brown. Its RM280. Thats not what I am trying to say. I waited with her for 4 hours pluss.&amp;nbsp;Of course we didnt waste the 4 hours. We studied Grammar!! Phrasal Verbs and Nouns :) 2 more topics tmrw and I'm done covering it. LOL. Grammar is just crazy! I cant differentiate between adverbial phrase and prepositional phrase although they state the difference which doesnt make a difference! =.= It was stated that the adverbial phrase is without an object while the prepositional phrase is with an object. When they give the example, both have object! GRRRRR......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michellehenry.fr/mishmash.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://www.michellehenry.fr/mishmash.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Examples of phrasal verbs!! LOL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off at about almost 7pm.We had dinner and I almost left my bag. As usual, careless careless. AND we were walking back to campus.&amp;nbsp; It was dark and we were horned by cars and bikes and even cyclists =.= We let our imagination run wild that moment where we imagine having our own police siren. When they horn us, we give them the siren just to freak em out. And get a torchlight too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for the friggin bus for almost half an hour before we got back KZ. In between that half an hour, Jack did not reply my message and Ravina called him and pretended to be me. Who couldnt recognize Ravina's voice anyway? HAHAHAHHA...He could. Well..as usual, they bully each other or should I say Jack was screwed by Ravina during his dinner time. How innocent! LOL. I can't stop laughing like mad there XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back tiring walking under the bit of rain. But the rain had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...what am I suppose to do that the internet is so slow that I wish to study but not in a mood? Haih..Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-1761981710569867020?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1761981710569867020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/studying-outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1761981710569867020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1761981710569867020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/studying-outside.html' title='Studying Outside'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdBzk2jdWfA/S7r1SOT6ZNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/dg8MJyAF7_0/s72-c/laugh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2406980084498084175</id><published>2011-10-15T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T01:04:35.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredddd...</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh...mid term exam is next monday!!! Grammar and Reading exam. Ouch. I'm freaking out! *tyring to calm* Okay..Just going to study the whole day tomorrow!! Who's with me? :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...I'm on my own i guess. People got their own thing to study ler. Cant take people's time for my selfishness..Gonna study by myself if nothing comes up. What until now am I suppose to do? Oh right..myGuru notes from Mdm Napisah. Haih. Lazieeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that tired after getting into the music and sing!! :D It feels good to sing. Waiting to go karaoke with Andrea and Sarah soon! Hahahaha...dying to sing with them because nobody will care how good or how terrible you sing. Thats the good thing having friends that loves you for who you are. They will support u all the way! Gonna lepak with them as soon as I get back to Ipoh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb1tze3Iad1qcid5go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb1tze3Iad1qcid5go1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm learning sarcasm from that Yvonne woman. Adui. This is something easily learned. But Victor who can be so annoying, I can't learn how to be annoying. LOL. I cant annoy anyone. They always say I will never suceed in annoying people. Its true. Jack said so. Not born to annoy the hell out of others but entertaining others. I dont even know. HAHAHA. He said its a natural. Oh well...its a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its midnight and I'm still singing..hahaha...Skyscrapper by Demi Lovato! You can take everything I have, You can break everything I am Like Im made glass, like Im made of paper....LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to talk about. Just really really wanna go home. I wanna learn to ditch people more. HAHAHAHA...Learn from Victor the ditcher. Normal. Get used to it. And also getting used to him annoying the hell out of me. Hahaha. Its life. Just accept people the way they are. As long as they are happy, you are happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2406980084498084175?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2406980084498084175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/tiredddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2406980084498084175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2406980084498084175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/tiredddd.html' title='Tiredddd...'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-3466167716685439799</id><published>2011-10-13T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:36:06.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revive!</title><content type='html'>Finally regained my energy and back to usual again. Power naps are great! I had been in the library today with Jack the beanstalk (says Ravina) He didnt know that he have to do vocabulary for his portfolio. =.=|| I was half awake half asleep doing my elaboration for my individual presentation next week for listening and speaking class. Not really excited about it because I'm number 26 which is like waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy far. Its just gonna get me nervous. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp; Now, I'm not really nervous as I know what to say but I'm just afraid of getting tongue tied halfway. *gulps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I was a bit mad today dont know why. Been crapping a lot and Ravina feels that its abnormal WHICH is not! If you know me well, I'm an awesome crapper. Especially to those who knows me for a couple of years or more, you know me :) Some people do not like it when you crap hell. So might as well, keep it down until I know the person more. I always show my true colours. There's nothing to hide. No secrets or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines going to mad again. What the hell? Haih...I'm beginning to hate this line. Getting really impatient with the line..Oh look..its well again. I'm like going online and offline on skype. Soooo annoying. Ishhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating chocolates while looking at the line getting connected and disconnected. Oh well...looks like something fun to watch =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL....Thats all for the moment. Blog again maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-3466167716685439799?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3466167716685439799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/revive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3466167716685439799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3466167716685439799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/revive.html' title='Revive!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-5821499460050680904</id><published>2011-10-12T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:53:08.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been total M-A-D-N-E-S-S</title><content type='html'>Why? Because my college is having orientation. Ahh..Kolej Za'ba...&lt;u&gt;WHY ON EARTH DO YOU HAVE TO DO THE ORIENTATION AT THE MOST CRITICAL WEEK OF THE MONTH???? &lt;/u&gt;I'm supposed to be doing the presentation with Rowena's group for Linguistics on Chapter 2's subtopics on Autonomy of Language. Grr..Because Jerry's group took more than an hour to present, Chapter 2 groups will have to present next week! Gah...I'm hating it! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wanna get this over with!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night of orientation will be tonight. Will be performing up there again. Just for the sake of fun and of course stickers that would allow you to stay in college. Yesterday, sleeping at 2am its totally bad. Look what happen to me this morning..unable to concentrate in class and dozing off here and there. Lost of appetite. Feeling like a sick person which I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a whole lot of rest. I had been tired since Sunday because of 'that' and adding on to the sleeping late at 1am the past Monday and 2am yesterday with morning class today, shoot me please! I had been feeling sleepy since I&amp;nbsp;woke up this morning. Its a bad morning with headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UFzgdFsMQ2o/TGNezWnU4EI/AAAAAAAAFvA/YwTBIGHuNXs/s1600/%5BChibi%5D+I+need+more+sleep.png.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UFzgdFsMQ2o/TGNezWnU4EI/AAAAAAAAFvA/YwTBIGHuNXs/s320/%5BChibi%5D+I+need+more+sleep.png.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I feel like my body's is very stiff and needs a lot of relaxation. My right shoulder is aching again. It had been hurt since I was 15. I was a drummer in school and drums are a bunch of heavy metals sticks together. I think it was when the Merdeka Parade where we had to stand long with our drums and somehow, I accidentally hurt it. It was bad at first. It lasted for a week until it heals completely and NO i didnt see the doctor because it was just internal pain which I think its not a need to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a pale ghost these days which is not a good thing. Oh well...all I need is real rest! Thats it. I got nothing to post already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;DATIN ROWENA AMANDA SAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : I wish I can speak in front like Jerry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...me too :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning though..hopefully debate helps :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I NEEDED MOST AND ALWAYS NEEDING IS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhGjJuMxe7U/S8MBwvrn8eI/AAAAAAAAF7c/zxN2woAc29g/s800/i+need+a+hug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhGjJuMxe7U/S8MBwvrn8eI/AAAAAAAAF7c/zxN2woAc29g/s320/i+need+a+hug.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;lack&amp;nbsp;a lot of love&amp;nbsp;:(﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-5821499460050680904?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5821499460050680904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-been-total-m-d-n-e-s-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5821499460050680904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5821499460050680904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-been-total-m-d-n-e-s-s.html' title='Its been total M-A-D-N-E-S-S'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UFzgdFsMQ2o/TGNezWnU4EI/AAAAAAAAFvA/YwTBIGHuNXs/s72-c/%5BChibi%5D+I+need+more+sleep.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2513899607380555234</id><published>2011-10-09T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:53:07.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating October</title><content type='html'>I was really really happy when my mum and Roger came yesterday afternoon. It makes me wanna beg them to just shove in the car and take me home. I'm feeling the pressure pressing on me eversince this the beginning of this month. Looks like I'm all alone and will always be alone. Grouping up with the wrong people or people smarter than you will eventually get us hurt one day. Being not smart enough is already hard to finish your&amp;nbsp;assignments. What a life.&amp;nbsp;I feel the tension, the stress and misery. I hate these feelings. I hate it a lot. I HATE OCTOBER! If only I could end my life just here....I want the full stop right here. No more commas and no more sentences in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neuromedia.eu/UserFiles/image/WSII%20pics/Picture%205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://www.neuromedia.eu/UserFiles/image/WSII%20pics/Picture%205.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I dont want people to be there for me anymore. I dont want people to think I'm taking all their time. I dont want people to not finish their work because of me. I dont want people to think I'm using them. I dont want people to think I'm stopping them from doing what they want. I definitely wouldnt want people to think that I dont appreciate them when I had never NOT appreciate anyone or anything in my life. I would suffer myself and only me myself. If I dont finish my work, its my problem. Not yours, so you dont have to care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice having a blog to throw out some emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/13/1a/cry,strength,words,not,weak,strong,you-131a6a6f040ff802375230c3bdf90f61_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/13/1a/cry,strength,words,not,weak,strong,you-131a6a6f040ff802375230c3bdf90f61_h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..Ive been strong for too long that I barely notice. Tears were streaming down for an hour and more last night. Everything that I wanted to cry for, for the past month and everything that had happened. I just cant hold back my tears and it came and I couldnt stop it. I feel a bit better after that and I know there are still more tears inside which are trying to crawl down my cheek but I'm standing strong. Still trying to stand stronger. Bad month. Bad time of the month. Always a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stand strong without any crutches or helping hand. Whether I'm able to or not, at least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate October... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2513899607380555234?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2513899607380555234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/hating-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2513899607380555234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2513899607380555234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/hating-october.html' title='Hating October'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-7255476041422667958</id><published>2011-10-08T08:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T08:47:02.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday was not as bad as I thought it would be. Like I said, beginning of October was not very good. What more as the days go by? It might get worse, but also it might not. I can't believe I spend my whole afternoon sitting in the library with Jack who wanted to finish one graphic organizer which takes him years if he kept keeping up with his habit of facebooking before finishing one part of the work! =.=|| I'm gonna &lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;screw&lt;/span&gt; him the next time he 'loiter' facebook before finishing his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;P/S - I'm not jealous that I cant fb and he can. at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It had been four hours sitting in the library and I was having Ravina's lappie but the battery died one hour before we dismissed. I was looking up and down into space and poking him to do his graphic organizer quickly so that I wont get too bored. But its nice talking to him because he has that little attitude of an ACS boy which I like!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;*I still miss ACS boys*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;nbsp;Means&amp;nbsp;he's of the same channel as me and we can talk unlike some people who doesnt get on the same channel as me, we could never talk as long as 5 minutes. Trust me. I know. I would go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/18100000/What-The-Hell-avril-lavigne-18110627-545-628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/18100000/What-The-Hell-avril-lavigne-18110627-545-628.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the hell is he/she talking about???&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So yeah. Thats how some people who cannot get along with you. It depends though. If that person is willing to give his/her all and giving the heart to be in the conversation, the talk would be very lively and fun. If not, you'll be getting short answers like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Okay..ha-ha-ha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;" I see...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Hmm.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;" Ya..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or even just a sly &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; (not sincere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you see its like some dumb people's conversation? I can. Weird. Anyway, we went for olahraga class and after that we went for dinner. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Chinese food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Awesome. At least without McD, I can still survive. Still not done saying why Tanjung Malim got no McD!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I slept at 10pm. Early much. I was exhausted!! But I can tell you that my dreams are getting weirder and weirder. Just last night, I dreamt I was in a party. There's vampire who got into a big black bag with a man. I walked out&amp;nbsp;to the swimming pool and&amp;nbsp;I was standing in front of the Westlife boys and asked for a picture with them. (definitely a dream) I walked back in to look for a camera and I saw the vampire turn into a vacuum cleaner. =.=|| How odd can dreams be...weird but our dreams are just like watching television. So, I dont mind. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SENTENCE OF THE 'YESTER'DAY BY WOMAN: YVONNE GLORY THOMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;" I'M A MEATATARIAN AND I'M SEAFOOD FRIENDLY!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she doesnt take fish or vegetable. Weird woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ozymandiaswarning.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/meat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://ozymandiaswarning.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/meat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXlwd7WWpBg/SV-iNpqdmQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wgCutCv83Tc/s400/lrg_NoSeafood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXlwd7WWpBg/SV-iNpqdmQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wgCutCv83Tc/s320/lrg_NoSeafood.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh well..that explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thats all for this morning. Hopefully I'm able to blog tonight. Mum's coming today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/110326089699021335-7255476041422667958?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7255476041422667958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7255476041422667958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7255476041422667958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXlwd7WWpBg/SV-iNpqdmQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wgCutCv83Tc/s72-c/lrg_NoSeafood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1886456086333108706</id><published>2011-10-06T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:40:30.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Had Been Rough</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was considered a very bad emotional day. I'm close to finishing my Reading Portfolio. I'm very glad for yesterday' morning class was cancelled but still not satisfied that I didnt get to ask Mr. Seva Bala about the forum of 6 that we have to do another 3 weeks I think? Anyway, I had nasi kerabu for lunch and&amp;nbsp;the taste&amp;nbsp;was like I expected when I opened it but not as spicy as I thought it would be. Thats the last of it. Not any more am I falling for " nasi kerabu is very delicious" =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group work during Linguistics didnt exactly go well for some reasons that I would not like to mention it here. If you happen to read this and wanting to find out about it, you can always ask. I might not tell you the whole story but you'll get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going for Tennis last night but came a Mesyuarat MPP. Its Student's Council where they listen to students complains and needs and they become our voices to ask from the most important person. It sounds like a 'fun' job. Tonight we have debate meeting again. Its gonna be on every Thursday from now on. So, every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday night I wont be around if you happen to give me a call or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dont feel better after everything that had happened. Bummer. I just wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.punjabigraphics.com/images/1/wasted-with-tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://www.punjabigraphics.com/images/1/wasted-with-tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow. &lt;br /&gt;We must fail in order to know that sometimes our visions clear &lt;br /&gt;only after our eyes are wasted away with tears&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbu0gufiPC1qcq13bo1_r1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kca="true" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbu0gufiPC1qcq13bo1_r1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/0a/50/hurt,pain,quote,scars,wounds-0a5049e183e64bfa42810c17ceb04bea_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" kca="true" src="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/0a/50/hurt,pain,quote,scars,wounds-0a5049e183e64bfa42810c17ceb04bea_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Those are the pictures that shows. And the last picture would be.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pfvxRdD4cbY/Tl-RzomJ-MI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WaeYyjUi-Do/s400/hurt+quote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pfvxRdD4cbY/Tl-RzomJ-MI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WaeYyjUi-Do/s400/hurt+quote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love the ones who love you. Not love the ones who treats you like a slave or rubbish. Full stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-1886456086333108706?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1886456086333108706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-had-been-rough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1886456086333108706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1886456086333108706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-had-been-rough.html' title='It Had Been Rough'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pfvxRdD4cbY/Tl-RzomJ-MI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WaeYyjUi-Do/s72-c/hurt+quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6865087187421965373</id><published>2011-10-04T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:06:13.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only Everyday Is Like Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;IF EVERYDAY IS LIKE TODAY&lt;/span&gt;, I can finish up my assignments in a blink of an eye. I'm currently&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; half doing assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;half asleep&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;half facebooking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;half blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Its called multitasking. Thats right. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the only day that I really sit down properly and finish up my Reading Portfolio. To say, I've finished 70% of the work already. Sean asked me why am I stressed? I answered because I HAD BEEN DOING ASSIGNMENT SINCE 9.30AM until now. Cut one hour break for lunch and dinner. So, its about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;9 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Something so easy yet doing it so long. Bodoh IT..so, I cant say anything la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now its almost 11PM. I thought of finishing my work but my brain is exhausted already. Ill just finish the little last bit of it before I sleep. So, I shall make this&amp;nbsp;post&amp;nbsp;short. Keep update with me. My life is rather hard and interesting now. So there are lots to hear. Therefore, please enjoy, readers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://managementhelp.org/blogs/spirituality/files/sleep-dog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://managementhelp.org/blogs/spirituality/files/sleep-dog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeaps..and thats all I need :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight and I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6865087187421965373?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6865087187421965373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-only-everyday-is-like-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6865087187421965373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6865087187421965373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-only-everyday-is-like-today.html' title='If Only Everyday Is Like Today'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-608859998018965612</id><published>2011-10-04T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:04:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Tired, Frustrated, Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That post earlier was supposed to go up 2 days ago. Due to the cut-off internet line. Thats why I posted now. AND now i wanna post about Monday although its Tuesday. As usual I would say, my classes are packed up in sandwiches. From class to class. By 12pm when Mr Seva let us out, we rushed out looking for a bus. Why? Because nobody wants to eat in Proton City where until now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;NO SOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; knows how they count the price for the food. Rushed back and eat then I waited at the foyer for Ravina and Shirley.We had reading class at 2pm. When Shirley came down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I asked her, what've you been doing in your house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;She answered, SWEEPING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that when girls comb their hair, especially long haired ones, the strands of hair tend to fall to the ground. Shirley gets very&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt; FRUSTRATED&lt;/span&gt; as she had to sweep it away. She cant stand staying in a garbage dump. (Like me) She complain and complain and complain. I would listen because I understand her feelings dealing with people like that. I am a little bit in that kinda crisis though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, we had class from 2pm to 4pm and continuous 4pm to 7pm yesterday. Imagine the tiredness. I can see how tired Shirley was. &lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bariatricbeginnings.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/cat-dead-tired.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://bariatricbeginnings.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/cat-dead-tired.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how we look like after 7pm class&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alright. That cat face is a bit too much description which sounds like it isnt true. But more or less about that. After all that, my turn to have crisis.I came out with my towel going into the bathroom to shower until I forgot to take my shampoo. I went back to my room and found out that my room is locked. No one was in the room. So I'm locked out from the outside. With a towel =.= My housemates were laughing at me for being so silly. My phone and everything else is in the room. Sigh. I called Jasmeet with Eleen's phone. She said she'll be back. I went down looking for Ravina wearing Eleen's clothes. She came up to my house trying to break open my door because it happen to her and Shirley before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said bang twice with a hard thing and the door will open. We bang many times and it didnt. Ravina went outside and took a FIRE EXTINGUISHER and hit my door room again. Still it didnt work. She was confused then. As she went back to shower, I sat at the dining table with my housemates, waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidmatrix.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/frustration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kca="true" src="http://www.liquidmatrix.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/frustration.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was very mad. I know. I hit until my hand hurts :(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After half an hour, I cant help it but to try again. Trying to bang open. One thing I realised was that the door have a little crack near the doorknob. Thats my doing. I realised what I was doing. I was so mad and &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;FRUSTRATED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another almost half an hour, I ran downstairs to the foyer looking for Ravina just in case she was there. And I ran down again and almost fell and a group of guys there saw that one of them had to ask whether I'm okay. I ran again to the 5th floor to Ravina's house. Every flight of stairs worn me out. But I felt better after running. I dont feel that crazy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to campus to register to be a member of the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;Tennis Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;They were alright. They would teach us how to play and so. Its good to learn something else. I felt way relieved after that.&amp;nbsp;Ravina's&amp;nbsp;turn to be dead tired then. I came back and I had to shower because I cant stand it. It makes me uncomfortable. Went to bed with a wet hair which I had no choice because I'm really really tired after a whole day of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.free-extras.com/pics/n/ncaa_tennis-1015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://images.free-extras.com/pics/n/ncaa_tennis-1015.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something new to learn. Awesome!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thats about it. Aint a very jolly October after&amp;nbsp;all. =.=&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I really hope for the best this month :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="81" src="http://salesmandeath.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/frustrated.gif" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 189px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 1578px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;img height="96" src="http://hernhillforum.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/tennis.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 542px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 776px; visibility: hidden;" width="68" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-608859998018965612?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/608859998018965612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/everyone-frust-giler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/608859998018965612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/608859998018965612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/everyone-frust-giler.html' title='Everyone Tired, Frustrated, Mad'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-366923713444333981</id><published>2011-10-04T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:03:29.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring SUNday</title><content type='html'>I felt the burn in my skin 3pm this afternoon sitting in front of the volleyball court waiting to compete. Reddish turn dark.The game that I joined was called "Pecah Periuk". Jasmeet explained that this tradisional games was played in India. Famous there. Ety and I&amp;nbsp;were direction givers while Shirley was the&amp;nbsp;blindfolded one who had to break the pot. This game is something like hitting a pinata in a birthday party where all the sweets burst out in the air after someone hit it. This pot, it has water in it. Nothing much about it. Nice to learn about something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4.30PM, I joined the Larian 1 Malaysia with Jasmeet, Annamal Sheran, Yvonne, Rowena and Shally. Jasmeet and I were ahead of them but still we cant run anymore because we lack a lot of stamina since the last of co-curriculum claimed Jasmeet but mine was since the last of National Service. Still, staminaless! We didnt win anything but Rowena won 2nd place from the "Perah Limau" which is another tradisional game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmeet and I were in the room, eating Capati with prawn sambal and had "resem". Jasmeet said that "resem" clears your stomach but its spicy. Its something like soup. I like it though. Haha. It was considered a late night snack. One thing special about it is that her mum made it. Homecooked food!!! How I missed that...So hoping to go home and have more healthy and nutritious&amp;nbsp;food with less MSGs and oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the mirror, found my face hidious with pimples on my forehead. Thanks to ALL the malay food whether its the curry or the vegetable or the fish or the chicken, its FULL with OIL!! These nasty food did this to my face. Frust betul!! I hate it VERY MUCH!! I wish to go to Chinese restaurants where they serve more steamed food which have very little oil or none at all. Seems like Chinese restaurants have healthier food. Thats how I lived my life for the past 19 years of my life and never have pimple problems unless its the time of the month. Grr.&amp;nbsp; *dont wanna look in the mirror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost 12 now. I wanna sleep already. Will update again tomorrow as usual if the line works. Goodnight readers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-366923713444333981?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/366923713444333981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/tiring-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/366923713444333981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/366923713444333981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/tiring-sunday.html' title='Tiring SUNday'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-7868736378322550727</id><published>2011-10-02T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T12:40:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNdaymorning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I feel like&amp;nbsp;I'm in a microwave right now! Grr..Why is it so hot when the fan is spinning at 5?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Pekan with Shirley and that Ravina girl went back cz got this meeting and that meeting. LOL. Macam Prime Minister saja. Aduih....So its only me and Shirley. Me and Shirley are 2 different people in shopping sense. She is a shopaholic while I'm not. In shops, I only took one glance of things. When I like something, most likely I would get it. I will not look through every clothing like Shirley would. Thats the difference. Hahax. Came home looking like a dead clown because we walked for 2 hours in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, THANKS TO SHIRLEY'S WAKE UP CALL at 8.43AM. I did not actually wanted to go to this Forum 1 Malaysia thing this morning. Later we have a competition of pecah periuk. Taditional game. (Breaking pots? o.o) I've no idea what it is. ANYWAY, just go for it for the sake of a college sticker. The more we collect, the better chance we have of staying in this college for the next 4 years. Must stay active at all times for all I know. I joined the larian 1 Malaysia. Paid rm3 for it. Haiz. 4.30 later. Run for your lives =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rfyl.arizona.edu/images/RFYL_Bull_Intro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" kca="true" src="http://www.rfyl.arizona.edu/images/RFYL_Bull_Intro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ehehe..joking! No bull will be there to make us run XD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a message on the comment box please!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-7868736378322550727?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7868736378322550727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/sundaymorning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7868736378322550727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7868736378322550727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/sundaymorning.html' title='SUNdaymorning!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-774942444815785727</id><published>2011-10-01T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:54:57.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6MhR2ynL_k/S6AxiROLpTI/AAAAAAAAACo/CduqjzwA_xM/s400/lonely,text,quotes,loneliness,typography,my,point,of,,view-bab1b35315564a3da5fbafba4550c8b6_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6MhR2ynL_k/S6AxiROLpTI/AAAAAAAAACo/CduqjzwA_xM/s320/lonely,text,quotes,loneliness,typography,my,point,of,,view-bab1b35315564a3da5fbafba4550c8b6_h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YES...LONELINESS IS TOTALLY CONSUMING ME RIGHT NOW. I am in NO MOOD of doing assignments and I'm in my living room listening to the fan spinning, listening to Eleen showering in the bathroom and...nothing else actually...I have yet to reload my phone. Main reason to be lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had blogged this morning about last night. If YOU havent read it, please take a look at it&amp;nbsp;because this post is just something for me to express myself a bit since I'm way bored like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I so wish Shirley and Ravina were here right now with me because we can laugh till nightfall&amp;nbsp;continue till the next morning when the sun rises. Its not that we have lots to tell each other. Its just that we all just speak without using our heads first! All empty speeches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote represents the 3 of us in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commentsyard.com/graphics/quotes/quotes98.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://www.commentsyard.com/graphics/quotes/quotes98.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-774942444815785727?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/774942444815785727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/774942444815785727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/774942444815785727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6MhR2ynL_k/S6AxiROLpTI/AAAAAAAAACo/CduqjzwA_xM/s72-c/lonely,text,quotes,loneliness,typography,my,point,of,,view-bab1b35315564a3da5fbafba4550c8b6_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1797840616281416896</id><published>2011-10-01T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T19:49:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Long Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justquotes.org/images/smiling-quotes-3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://www.justquotes.org/images/smiling-quotes-3.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing this all the time when I'm in UPSI :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for&amp;nbsp;not able to blog last night. Internet was down. Now that its 8.30am, line's awesome again. Always. AND Jasmeet is not here again. Honestly to say, as her roommate, I dont see her as much as I see my friends although I could just sit in the room all day. Disappointing. Feel like a dungu loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post is about YESTERDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;9am class in PC and I posted on FB - A sacarstic smile to start an early class. Sean is slow in understanding what I meant. I wouldnt blame him for that as I'm slow in understanding things too. As such, formal things that you have to hand it to get marks.. LOL..But he's a nice guy..just blur like Ravina. No doubt. Hahahaha. During the Grammar class where, as usual, Pn. Napisah came half an hour late. Before she came, the class went wild. They match up the girl and the boy who wears the same coloured attire and snap a picture. Obviously I kena. Oh well. Nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Ravina girl say she lost her phone. In the end it was in the bus. Careless careless. We all went to campus and Ravina went with Ratna to the Indian Society meeting. So, Shirley and I went to eat. Mamak again and still expensive. I'm gonna choke on it. =.= After lunch, we round each floor by floor in the Fakulti Bahasa building to realise that her room is at the corner!! Grr. Top floor. Sweat much. Ravina said Pn. Napisah will come before 3pm and look at the time, its only 1.45pm. Then came Jeremiah, Kelvin and Kenny. Jeremiah was debating with Shirley. Its good that they join the debate. Goodness gracious. Kelvin and Kenny...just like other guys, game game game. My thank God my friends game but they wouldnt ignore me or leave me alone just like that. These guys were like so into their game that I bet they didnt listen to us. Even if the sky turned green and dogs and cats were flying, they wouldnt notice either. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the reason we went to see her is to get the RM65 Grammar Book. Ouch. She came 3 minutes before 3pm. Hmmph. Went on to the auditorium for our meeting with the Dekan. (Dont ask me what is that, cz I cant explain it too) Had been drawing the whole time. Left for Olahraga lecture with Shirley, Jack and Victor. We sat with them. After awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack said to me" CAN YOU PLEASE control you friend??" as Shirley was sitting beside him. &lt;br /&gt;I said, " I'm so sorry I cant help you because she CANNOT be controlled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Shirley as usual would talk and talk and talk. Got used to it already. :) Another situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack : I regret letting you see...&lt;br /&gt;Shirley: I "&lt;u&gt;tersaw&lt;/u&gt;" it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting better eh? Hahaha. Left for dinner at mamak again. Second time of the day. Sheesh. Later then, PRS interview and in the middle of the interview, a text message came telling me to go to the meeting room in my college like half an hour ago. Yikes. When I went there, just fill in form. Bummer. =.= What did I even rush for? And I made Shirley and Ravina chase after me summore. Adui. Dang. Came back and I cant tahan about the cleanliness in my house, I ENDED UP SWEEPING AND MOPPING WITH JASMEET!!! grr....Its 11pm then. Thats about it. It was indeed a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RAVINA DEVI&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRENSION (????)&lt;br /&gt;It actually means STRESS + TENSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another situation..Everyone was laughing during dinner and Ravina was choking a little and she changed place to an empty chair &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;next to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;Ratna and Shirley&lt;/u&gt;. Shirley said something that made everyone laugh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Before that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she was sitting beside &lt;u&gt;me and Shirley&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Eh, whats wrong? why you sit here?&lt;br /&gt;Ravina: Because I dont wanna sit with this girl la.. (pointing at Shirley)&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: And..whats the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN BURST OUT LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHIRLEY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TER-SAW (BM + ENGLISH)&lt;br /&gt;ROKOK-ING (BM + -ING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we are still proud to call ourselves &lt;em&gt;FUTURE ENGLISH TEACHERS&lt;/em&gt;!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-1797840616281416896?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1797840616281416896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-long-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1797840616281416896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1797840616281416896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-long-yesterday.html' title='What A Long Yesterday'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2286627830846131688</id><published>2011-09-29T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:16:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignmentzzzzzz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-Ef3CoIv1E/ToRQ6eOgX7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/aM5W5ewbCEw/s1600/IMG0815A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-Ef3CoIv1E/ToRQ6eOgX7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/aM5W5ewbCEw/s200/IMG0815A.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front of the keychain :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ ﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7wyACNpqh8/ToRQ7FDRksI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QTCy6PHEJzo/s1600/IMG0814A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7wyACNpqh8/ToRQ7FDRksI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QTCy6PHEJzo/s200/IMG0814A.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back of the keychain &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿I was talking about the keychain last post and Shirley was asking me why I didnt post up a picture of it. So, HERE IT IS!! Its nice right? I know XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had spent 8 hours at Ravina's place doing Reading Skills homework on 5 very difficult words that had never been heard and make a sentence with the context clues.&amp;nbsp;For your information Shirley and Ravina, I dont panic. Just that I always get things done before the last minute unless I had really forgotten about it, then....yea..Ill panic then.&amp;nbsp;I just wanna&amp;nbsp;finish whatever I'm doing so that&amp;nbsp;assignments wont pile up. After finishing one, there's less worry on one assignment wert. It should&amp;nbsp;be a relief by then. LOL. So, please dont think I'm that kinda panic person BECAUSE I'M NOT.&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to&amp;nbsp;where I said about being in Ravina's&amp;nbsp;place, I finally finished another graphic organiser and planning to finish the other one later at night IF i have the&amp;nbsp;time which I doubt because there's this&amp;nbsp;Anak Darul Ridzuan meeting which I&amp;nbsp;happened to be an Ipoh-ian (of course) at 8PM. I'm getting ready to go already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley had talked a lot about herself, about&amp;nbsp;how her life was and had been. Good listening and laughing of course because&amp;nbsp;some of what she laughed about is kinda mean. LOL. But yea.its a good laugh. (Ill remember the sampan part XD) Ravina and I had yet to&amp;nbsp;tell our story. Perhaps soon. RIGHT RAVINA??&lt;br /&gt;Shirley spent her time karaoke-ing at Ravina's place by&amp;nbsp;turning loud her songs. It was well...funny and rather she said, ENTERTAINING. Perhaps XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, REALLY got&amp;nbsp;to go. Ciaoz :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2286627830846131688?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2286627830846131688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/assignmentzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2286627830846131688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2286627830846131688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/assignmentzzzzzz.html' title='Assignmentzzzzzz....'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-Ef3CoIv1E/ToRQ6eOgX7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/aM5W5ewbCEw/s72-c/IMG0815A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4915444668820268095</id><published>2011-09-28T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:19:09.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepak-ing</title><content type='html'>Mind my title. So-called-soon-to-be-English-teacher. XP Lets start with last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at B.E. Learning 4 with a group of TESL-ians for the &lt;em&gt;English Debate Society&lt;/em&gt;. YAY! The activity they had is making us debate among ourselves. Its funny and weird because you are like arguing so seriously within your circle of friends. Hoping for no regrets joining debate. Sarah was a debater and seeing her debate so well just inspire me somehow. Its like you speak awesomely without making a fool of yourself. LOL. But thats not the main point. I join debate to improve my formal speeches of English as I'm too used to debating informally. Debating informally is not bad but we tend to do it informally during INDIVIDUAL PRESENTATION which is not good. Get it? Hope I'm not confusing you guys XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after class, instead of looking for articles from the journals, we went to the Pesta Buku which doesnt have any good books to read. Bummer. But, something caught our eyes. The keychain thing where the words are made out of little sponges. Okay..I dont know what its called. It just didnt cross my mind. We bought it. Worth keeping for a memory. Then we search for our journal articles. Its 2.30pm by then and we head for lunch. Some people mistakenly said there would be a conference going on on facebook. Its nothing obviously. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to metro after that to see some blouses. Ahh.,.I bought a blouse for rm22. Lovin it. :D Ravina bought 2 tank tops, 2 shorts and a blouse like mine but different colour and altogether is rm58. Shirley bought a blouse for rm25. I find it worth though as some jeans there are less than rm40. We tried on some dresses too and Ravina wanted to book it for the upcoming night in December as heard. Haha. Its just beautiful that we keep trying this and that. Love it lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in the hostel and I'm tired. Going to nap awhile. Ciaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTENCE OF THE DAY BY SHIRLEY MONG :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHAT IS HE MEREPEK-ING??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I have AWESOME FRIENDS!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4915444668820268095?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4915444668820268095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/lepak-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4915444668820268095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4915444668820268095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/lepak-ing.html' title='Lepak-ing'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-7479775526612804579</id><published>2011-09-27T11:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:05:54.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lonely Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;GOSH..I hope my phone would just ring and hopefully someone close would just give me a call and tell me they missed my presence around them. LOL. I'm staring outside as I had left the window wide open. I see mountains and clouds as if they are in a painting. Its so beautiful that you cant keep your eyes of it. The clouds hid the sun when its supposed to dry my clothes &lt;u&gt;since YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;!!!! My clothes are still damp! Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqt7pFFtpOM/ToE8HJP4mNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lyql_-0wgDM/s1600/IMG0811A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqt7pFFtpOM/ToE8HJP4mNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lyql_-0wgDM/s400/IMG0811A.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sitting in the chair capturing this view from my living room.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIght..I finished Vampire Diaries Season 2 and I'm dying for MORE!! Its getting way interesting. I want Season 3 so badly. This series reminds me of Supernatural.&amp;nbsp; I want Supernatural Season 4! Last time when I used to be home, I watched it every week. Now, what the hell that the TV in the TV room at this block is not even working. Grr. So, I'm like stranded in a place without knowing what's happening in the world around me. I'm feeling alone right now. Someone please give me a call to brighten my day! &lt;strike&gt;Gosh. I'm sounding so desperate. AND...I am. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;Update later :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-7479775526612804579?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7479775526612804579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/lonely-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7479775526612804579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7479775526612804579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/lonely-morning.html' title='A Lonely Morning'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqt7pFFtpOM/ToE8HJP4mNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lyql_-0wgDM/s72-c/IMG0811A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-3847938605574379075</id><published>2011-09-26T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:15:28.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainstorm on Old Times</title><content type='html'>I should post up some pics for a more colourful post shouldnt I? Hahaha...But I dont feel like it. ANYWAY, &lt;u&gt;GOOD EVENING READERS&lt;/u&gt;. Weather seems great today. A little wet though. Its Monday and as usual class is way packed-up-sandwiches except for Pembangunan Sahsiah class which was called off yesterday. Went around with Shirley as she wanted to buy shoes. I finally get to walk around the shops in front of campus although my bag is way heavy as there goes with 4 readers digest books and a stack of newspaper. Not forgetting my water bottle. My hands aren't empty. My huge file and 2 new books that we just got today. Imagine the walk like dragging stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying my bag today reminds me of the school band where I used to carry the marching drum which is far heavier. I missed the school bad really. Feel like getting into beat and hitting the drums again with my juniors. Those memories will never return. I missed my funny and loving juniors which brings the fun in the percussion family. Too bad they wont be reading this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped my 2 new books as soon as I got home. I was indeed walking a little bit under the rain. Shirley's umbrella is not big enough and we both had trouble walking together as our hands are full. Hahaha. No regrets being in the Librarian Board. I can wrap 2 books in less than 15 minutes. The books were a little soaked but its fine thank God. Dont like wrinkled books. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;SENTENCE OF THE DAY BY RAVINA DEVI :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She didnt get a good night sleep last night and was dozing off in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANA GET 5 COWS AND DRINK ALL THE MILK JUST SO I CAN SLEEP!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-3847938605574379075?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3847938605574379075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/brainstorm-on-old-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3847938605574379075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3847938605574379075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/brainstorm-on-old-times.html' title='Brainstorm on Old Times'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-5882983275625722875</id><published>2011-09-25T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:17:14.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>After the whole PTPTN thing this morning, I'm done. Came back to my room and fell into deep sleep for 2 hours after the 3 hours of waiting crap. What I had for lunch? 2 pieces of bread and a biscuit. Breakfast? 4 pieces of bread. I'm feeling the carbohydrates in my body. Feeling fat and also thin. Weird. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.30, Jasmeet, Sheran and I went to Taman Bernam. They both claimed that there is a Gudwara there. I saw a temple this morning on the way to campus. So, I went to the temple. Luckily, the nuns are able to speak Cantonese. If not, I wouldnt understand. She told me, its not necessary to come to the temple every week. Its my choice. I'm used to going to the temple every Sunday with my family back in Ipoh. So, She taught me to meditate and told me to do it whenever&amp;nbsp;I have time. Half an hour max for a normal girl like me. I volunteered myself to work there once a week and I'm gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the Gudwara. We have to cover our hair to go into the place where they pray. First time putting on head scarf. I look kinda funny though but at least I get to see what the Gudwara looks like. Jasmeet asked about the time of prayers too. As, we walk, we passed by a Catholic School. Sheran thought of asking whether there's a church for catholics. Unfortunately, there isnt. She might as well search the town area then. Thats about it for the moment. Ill keep updating bits by bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, there's another Raya celebration again. Going there to eat this time. No more doing circus show. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - YVONNE GLORY THOMAS' sentence of the day ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we waited for our turns to settle our PTPTN things, Yvonne said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;" I can hear the frogs in my stomach already"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-5882983275625722875?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5882983275625722875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/prayers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5882983275625722875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5882983275625722875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-592190316682763325</id><published>2011-09-25T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T06:18:22.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Job</title><content type='html'>That title doesnt mean I'm working alright? Just that, SUNDAY is supposed to be a rest day but instead the PTPTN loan settelement is today. Haihz. Its 6.15am. Leaving in about 15 minutes. So, I'm gonna do this quick. Last night's event went well. Hahaha. The sketch for the Raya Celebration if you were asking because you did not read the post before.We had ketupat, satay, rendang, lemang and pudding!!! LOL. Nothing much. Ketupat made us full d anyway. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before make up, people called me cute (the least I could expect) and after they put on make up for me (mild one la), they say I look like some Korean artiste (I didnt expect at all) Hahaha. Putting on mild make up doesnt make any difference to me in anyways. I never liked putting on make up. Ill just put it when I have to. 3rd week of being here coming up. Wanna go home wey. =.=||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, Ill blog another time. Its getting late. Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-592190316682763325?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/592190316682763325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/592190316682763325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/592190316682763325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-job.html' title='Sunday Job'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1504245790064156949</id><published>2011-09-24T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T01:55:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Late and I'm Still Up.</title><content type='html'>Its 1.30A.M!! To some people its early I guess. To me, its late. I'm feeling the headache coming around right now. The reason I had been sleeping at 2AM or later is because I involved myself in the Kolej Za'ba sketch for the Raya Celebration tomorrow night. OH! I mean..tonight. I'm not the one acting but the one speaking backstage for the characters in the sketch. Ngek. I came back earlier than usual this time about 12.30AM. BUT, I'm up because I had to check MyUPSI Portal for updated information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my buletins and news are all online. Missed it once, you might miss a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chance of a lifetime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. As such, &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;MEETING TUN DATUK DR. MAHATHIR MOHAMMAD!!&lt;/span&gt; Yikes. I had class then :( Then, at that same day, I missed a feast for the University Raya Celebration. Ahh...glorious food. Haih. Therefore, I MUST check these like every DAY so that I won't miss a thang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reasone for staying up late, line is stable and I HAD to get some information on Mr. Carl Ransom Rogers for my Teori Pemusatan Insan. Oh right. Its my assignment if you were wondering. Hees. Anyway, today we had our first olahraga class. Meet new people there. Ravina, Shirley, Yvonne and I were as usual the crazy bunch laughed for &lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;HALF AN HOUR NON STOP&lt;/span&gt;. I never laughed that long continuously in my life!! Being with them, I really can't stop being &lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;EXTREMELY CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SENTENCE OF THE DAY IN UPSI:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the memory during our earlier classes when we were not that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shirley: You know arh..today Yvonne woke up late you know....etc..etc..etc..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yvonne :&amp;nbsp; Eh..how many people you wanna tell la? Wanna tell the whole world is it? Go post in NST la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sentence that Yvonne loves using:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Yvonne: Eh woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-1504245790064156949?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1504245790064156949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-late-and-im-still-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1504245790064156949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1504245790064156949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-late-and-im-still-up.html' title='Its Late and I&apos;m Still Up.'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2173143651045751541</id><published>2011-09-21T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:46:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating....</title><content type='html'>I wanted to update on yesterday actually but the WiFi hates me. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, yesterday I have no class but I went to the library with Ravina and Shirley to do research on articles for our portfolio. We found lots but we couldnt get hold of the lecturer anywhere. She didnt pick up her calls. Got us so frustrated. 3 hours of non-stop searching for articles is CRAZY work. I feel like my brain juice is all sucked up. Bummer. We always have our moments of laughter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Ravina was looking for the power switch to one of the computers. Those computers are for students to search the books that they wanted because library is just too HUGE to tell you where the books are. She turned off the main switch and 3 other computers went down. The students a.k.a. seniors were thinking why the sudden blackout. Ravina kept apologizing but we laughed about it throughout the day. The seniors seems okay about it. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt take lunch yesterday but ended up, I just had bread and cakes at teatime which combines lunch and dinner. As usual, I would be copying notes in front of the laptop and hoping the internet would connect. WELL, it didnt. Guess peak hours, everyone is trying to snatch the line. Morning line is the best. Shall wake up early next time. I will be posting up pictures very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to a meeting with Jasmeet. She said it was some musical for the Raya Celebration this Saturday night. I told her that I only wanted to see. But in the end, they assumed we joined. No good no good. Just to earn a sticker for extra credit so that next time we are allowed to stay in the hostel. Everyone is fighting for a space though. I hope it wont be a MAJOR embarassment. I prefer choir still ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already 8.40am. I gotta reach the bus stop by 9am to catch a bus to campus as class starts at 10am. Yikes. Morning lines are best. Morning classes are best too. Thats why I hated Monday so much. Gah. Mountains can be seen with mist around it. Sun is out to the top of the roof. The scenery is just awesome. Time to pack up! Gotta go :) Thanks for reading. Leave a message :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2173143651045751541?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2173143651045751541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2173143651045751541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2173143651045751541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/updating.html' title='Updating....'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-9123173890676108547</id><published>2011-09-19T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:52:41.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed Class on Monday</title><content type='html'>Arghhh...Second week only. Stressing out for no reason. Just thinking&amp;nbsp;too much of assignments. Getting freaky though.&amp;nbsp; Today's class was so packed. We were all going crazy already until we crap madly and laugh like nobody's business. Its been too long since I ever laughed like that.&amp;nbsp; Ravina and Shirley are always that fun to be with. Always laughing so much and teasing each other. They call me 'colouful' because I was wearing a batik baju kurung today and I am not much of a neat freak. Ravina said she's a very very ORGANISED person. Therefore, I call her boring and said she's dull where her life is dull too. My life is colourful!! HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm still mad from all the tension I got from today. Oh gosh..cant imagine my MONDAYS like this. Can't really describe more about classes yet. To say, the lecturers are very nice but my goodness, some lecturers are very boring...I can just fall asleep!! It's so hard to concentrate.&amp;nbsp;This class is like so important. Grr. Looks like I have to do my own revision. Oh look! I just finished writing notes about the first chapter about Pembangunan Sahsiah class! Awesome! 11 more chapters to go... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why I'd do notes because I prefer writing my own notes than photostating them because I always misplace them or I couldnt understand it either ways. So, I'm doing notes like I did for Perniagaan class back in Form 6. It works well and hopefully it still works for me now. It would be a great help for exams like 5 to 6 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all for now. Hectic day. Should head to bed and take a rest since it would be a busy day tomorrow anyway. Assignments, assignments and assignments. If I'm crazy enough, I might do a poem like Shakespeare but on ASSIGNMENTS! Totally weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. Sign off :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-9123173890676108547?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/9123173890676108547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/packed-class-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9123173890676108547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/9123173890676108547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/packed-class-on-monday.html' title='Packed Class on Monday'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-7671517875693973153</id><published>2011-09-18T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:05:39.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Ipoh...for now :(</title><content type='html'>4 days aint enough!! I really really wanted to stay. Although its just bored being at home, but I prefer very much that way than boredom in my hostel room. I do miss my family. We celebrated Aunty's birthday today which was supposed to be tomorrow. Just because I'm leaving early tomorrow at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always tell me one thing about university :&lt;b&gt; Do not trust anyone but yourself&lt;/b&gt;. Is it really necessary to be that way? I trust those friends that I had made and still being superbly careful as well. We must always keep our eyes open for any strange-like attitude and personality so that we won't fall for the trap that has been planned. Understand or not, I think only those who went through only knew the real feelings of what I'm actually talking about. I haven't gone through it yet but finally understanding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best friends that you could always count on are the one that had known you for awhile now as such for 10 years? more than that? YES. But they are just too far away from you and all you can do is ask them how they are but not able to&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; hug&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them to show how much you miss them. Hmm. I beginning to miss my dearest classmates in Form 6 and a few of them back in MGS. How are you guys really? No news at all to be heard.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;PLEASE DO LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU GUYS ARE IN IPOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm dying to meet you guys. Seriously. Anyone of you. Especially&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;LEONG QIANYUN, PAN VIC QI and HWANG YIH SHIAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How many friggin years I didnt see you 3 fellows. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beloved brothers&lt;/b&gt; - John, Dominate and Shaun. Take care. Sorry for not giving much attention to you guys. Sometimes I feel like such a failure being an elder sister to you little cutetards. Not gonna be here to support you guys through your exams but supporting you guys by heart. Praying for you guys. Pray for me too. Will contact you guys once in a while hopefully not at the wrong time though. Love you guys. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S - Coming back to Ipoh in November 5th till 13th. See you :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-7671517875693973153?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7671517875693973153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/bye-ipohfor-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7671517875693973153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7671517875693973153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/bye-ipohfor-now.html' title='Bye Ipoh...for now :('/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8887646899121836264</id><published>2011-09-15T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:02:58.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh Mali XD</title><content type='html'>Back in Ipoh!! I finished my morning class today and went around campus to do some stuff. Shirley, Yvonne and I went round and round thought we knew where we going but we dont. Hahaha. So we got a little lost. After we certify our things and send in out x-ray (which we shouldnt!!), we went to the library. I love the library. Its awesome. Photos will be up on facebook soon about my hostel, campuses, transportation and scenery. Not forgetting my friends too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me update a bit. I had been to classes and its kinda fun. Lecturers are strict but they are so friendly and fun at the same time. Classes had been fun because there's always Ravina and Shirley who do silly things and laugh about it out loud after that. Its just funny. I like having company like that. We were in the same class. Therefore, we always laugh like mad almost about anything. Its good to make friends. Everywhere we go, we just smile at anyone and they will smile back at us. A smile could brighten up someone's day. Its great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, main campus, our other campus is Proton City. Its a new one that is considered under construction. Another new campus coming up near my hostel. Its actually much better than I expected. Being in Proton City is so much like the 21st century. Free wi-fi too. Much of my classes are there which makes things easier because this place aint that huge. Anyway, Tanjung Malim is way hot. Coming out of the air conditioned room into the hot sun..haih..I'm falling sick anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update about life soon. Gonna enjoy my life in Ipoh first!!&lt;i&gt; Au revoir&lt;/i&gt;! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-8887646899121836264?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8887646899121836264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/ipoh-mali-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8887646899121836264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8887646899121836264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/ipoh-mali-xd.html' title='Ipoh Mali XD'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1351687379774587986</id><published>2011-09-13T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:02:44.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes had Just Begun :)</title><content type='html'>Today is TUESDAY!! I came in to UPSI - Universiti Pendidikan Sultan Idris last Wednesday. We had university orientation 5 days straight and it was very tiring because we had to wake up early and sleep late. I never had time to go online or even unpack my stuff properly. But yesterday after we started classes, we had time. Thats why I'm able to blog right now although it isnt my lappie here. It belongs to my roomate Jasmeet. She was in the same school as me in ACS Ipoh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, classes started quite well. Nice lecturers but they are strict of course. Scary much. Don't have to wake up early everyday. 8am is just fine. The earliest. The latest class would be Friday which is Olahraga till 7pm. The rooms are well...great..2 beds, 2 study tables and a cupboard. Its quite nice. I stayed in something like an apartment which has 3 rooms, a living room, a toilet and 2 showers. Each room with 2 students. In the first rooms are 2 malay girls from Kelantan and the 2nd room consist of me and Jasmeet while the 3rd room is occupied by 2 Sarawakians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenery here are beautiful. Mountains, trees, mist....Beside our hostel, they are building another hostel. New one. :) Beside that new hostel, a new campus of UPSI is under construction. In about a year or 2, we could study there :D Lecturers here had started to get us worried about exam. I WANNA BE FIRST CLASS HONOURS NO MATTER WHAT!!!! I WANNA TURN THE PTPTN LOAN INTO SCHOLARSHIP!!! I'm determined! Time to brush up my English to the extreme level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all. I'll be blogging a lot more often after I get hold of my laptop and my wifi password. Hopefully I'm able to go back to Ipoh to get some stuff and relax a bit. I need homecook food. I dont feel like eating at this place. Its quite expensive actually. Id starve. Eat one or 2 meals a day thats all. Time for me to go back to bed and be up by 3 to go for class. Ciaoz readers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-1351687379774587986?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1351687379774587986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/classes-had-just-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1351687379774587986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1351687379774587986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/09/classes-had-just-begun.html' title='Classes had Just Begun :)'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-1176066883163137244</id><published>2011-08-28T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:56:40.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Going On</title><content type='html'>I had been &lt;i&gt;BUSY&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb0KpzAi_8Q/TlkVBgV5SOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ywbfTu_siCY/s1600/Busy-Bee-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb0KpzAi_8Q/TlkVBgV5SOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ywbfTu_siCY/s320/Busy-Bee-5.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school certifying certs getting principal's signature, photostatting papers, meeting people for the last time before leaving for university. I forgot to mention that -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been accepted to &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Universiti Pendidikan Sultan Idris (UPSI)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; major in &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bachelor in Education (TESL) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be leaving in September on the 7th. Thats when orientation starts. Jasmeet is in the same university as me doing the same course. Awesome! Finally there is someone in the same uni as I am. Many are going to UMS and UUM. Its far. I'm going to miss them a lot. My university is located in Tanjung Malim. Nearer to KL than Ipoh. But still will come back ler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BESIDES BEING BUSY :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trip to Singapore with my dear Loo Mei Kuan.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - She came back from UK for the summer holidays and took me to Singapore to look around. I LOVE SINGAPORE. Despite the heavy traffic, the view is beautiful. The buildings are creative. I went to Sentosa with her and also all her cousins, Jonathan and Mable. 9 hours walk that day. The next day I went to Bugis and Orchard. Branded stuff everywhere. Just window shopping. Trying out shoes and bags just like that. Hahha. The sales person just welcome us warmly although we didnt buy any. Unlike Malaysians branded shops where the sales person will stare at you and give u a third finger after you left the shop. The next day, the 2 of us went to Marina Bay. Merlion. Sands. Singapore Flyer. Nice food. Just 3 days and its great. Sore feet though :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trip to Penang with my family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; - Just a normal family vacation. What's Penang best for? Of course I'm up for food and only fooooood! Hanging out at the beach. Swimming. I need more extremes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trip to KL with younger cousin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Went rollerbladding with her and Esther and her cousin. Went for 3 hours and we were already tired and sweating. After that, just window shopping and my cousin went to Cotton On to buy clothes. The next day, ITS A KING BREAKFAST!! Esther and I had breakfast together at a restaurant. We ordered Pork Rice, Prawn Noodles, Fried Noodles, Nasi Lemak, Iced Coffee, Tea and Mangoes. I think you can imagine how 2 people like us could eat that much. We are just FOOD LOVERS! Yumm...Skipped lunch of course. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up on the August calendar, RAYA!! Going up and down to people's house for open house. Haha. That time will be the time to eat. As usual, I'll be going to Ain's house for Raya. Its like and every year MUST! hahaha. Signing off now. Will update soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/110326089699021335-1176066883163137244?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1176066883163137244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1176066883163137244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/1176066883163137244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-going-on.html' title='Life&apos;s Going On'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb0KpzAi_8Q/TlkVBgV5SOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ywbfTu_siCY/s72-c/Busy-Bee-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8952423011470740159</id><published>2011-08-01T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:09:33.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Camp</title><content type='html'>I would say its an AWESOME experience. I didnt regret going although in the beginning it was just plain bored that caused me to complain all day long. Whining and whining. In the end, it turns out pretty good. I made some friends. Thats not an easy job like I said before that its easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I felt something is in the way between me and the 1993 kids. Being very careful is the best. But, mostly, communication problems as in like different languages. How much my English had rusted since my first day there. =.= Nobody speaks to me in English there until I met Jagjit and Grady but we were not close at all. Chinese people there mostly speak Mandarin. I'm like dungu in Mandarin. Just a listener or just stuck my nose in my storybook. Some speak Hakka and some speak Hokkien. I know NONE. Considering it good enough for me knowing Cantonese although I suck at it STILL. Hees :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only physical activities that makes me go up and down or just adrenaline rush. I'm only active during these activities and I become passive during classes. I ended up daydreaming in classes at times or just falling asleep at some point. Ive NO interest in attending boring classes. Sometimes, it may not be boring but its just not interesting me anywhere. My eyelids were so heavy listening to something that I already know, something that I had implanted in my life, something that I ALWAYS know. Therefore, listening to it seems like a lot of pressure for me.&amp;nbsp; *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like activities that challenged me. Many people are aquaphobia, necrophobia and acrophobia. Go look up in the dictionary if you dont understand what it means. SO, the activities that we have, flying fox, repelling, water sports like kayak and rakit, kembara halangan which is going through obstacles, sports carnival, group creative sports, navigation class, self-defense, jungle crafts and last but not least wira jaya where we use everything that we learn and use it during this activity. (more like a test =.=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the marching competition running onto the 1st place, joined the kayak competition and gotten a first place for the girls and netball competition coming in third. Netball... =.= Id rather play with the MGS school team. While I watched the 2 groups played in the final, it looked more like war. Forgive me but its a fact. I was thankful and grateful for coming in third. There's no where on earth am I playing against them. Good gracious.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the mascots during sports carnival. Hees. Eimah and Mirul were the bees for my kompeni (yellow). They were and are adorable!! :D Saiful was being the Eagle Warrior for his kompeni (green). Jinq Hong was the dinosaur for his kompeni (blue) and Tee Boon was an ant for his kompeni (red). By imagining it over and over again, I cant stop laughing!! XD Its plain cute. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just overall. There's too much to tell. I wont finish by night. LOL. Wana know more? Keep in touch people. Ill always be around. Not for long. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-8952423011470740159?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8952423011470740159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-from-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8952423011470740159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8952423011470740159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-from-camp.html' title='Back From Camp'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2674538411905600458</id><published>2011-06-20T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:11:50.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Not Wasted</title><content type='html'>Its been great hanging out with you.&lt;strong&gt;THANKS JOHN&lt;/strong&gt; for being generous. LOL. Coffee bean again no? I dont want :P No more next time. Hahahaha. Save your penny for future use. You're gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argue more with sakai as it makes me happy. Hahaha. Its just like watching soap operas! Who wouldnt enjoy it anyway? I know I would. Sorry for missing the movie tonight. I guess we'll watch it next time if possible there are any new movies coming up soon. (Aside from Harry Potter Part 2) Wait for me to come out from NS kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND SAKAI KASTURI&lt;/strong&gt;...please make yourself available on the last week of August where there's school holidays. Im really planning to go KL and make full use of the time to play to the max before we start our stressful lives again. I know you might wana spend more time with your darling but please la...LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive made plans for August already although its still June. August will be the time of my life to play to the max. Im not gonna spend my days sleeping it away &lt;strong&gt;(HEAR THAT JOHN =P)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I'm gonna make John's life miserable by choking him with books.....&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm gonna watch every movie that ive missed and go out as much as I've always wanted to. Awesomeness. Keep me updated people &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2674538411905600458?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2674538411905600458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-not-wasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2674538411905600458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2674538411905600458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-not-wasted.html' title='Time Not Wasted'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4386907497953246748</id><published>2011-06-18T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:33:06.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sem Break</title><content type='html'>Only 4 days. I came back from NS this morning. A bus ride was never that fun but sitting with someone you know talking for 2 hours in the bus makes an awesome ride. I was really tired that I wasted my whole day sleeping today. ZzzzZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About National Service, at first its just no fun all but finally when you made some friends and there are more challenging activities going on, the days keep getting better.&amp;nbsp;Each girls' dorm have about less than 20 people and each guys' dorm&amp;nbsp;have about less that 30 people&amp;nbsp;and there are&amp;nbsp;8 girls'&amp;nbsp;dorm and 8 guys' dorm altogether.&amp;nbsp;Less that 300 trainees right now after many people left to study or because of health problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malay race is huge there and yeah, racism happened after during my second week there. After that I started to care less. I dont care about what's going on anymore. I get angry pretty often and scold the hell out of their faces. They are so irresponsible at times. Sometimes they are also being irrespectful! When I doubted their ability, its really true. They could be showing off their leadership skills but I dont think they are showing those skills. They are showing off skills of brushing up to the trainers' faces. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could complain so much about other people that they dont realise their own mistakes. SOMETIMES, they make me sick! If one day I were to yell at them, they are so gone I tell you. No way am I going to work together with them. Always talking about 1 Malaysia but they never give chances to the Chinese and Indians to lead in group activities. They DOUBTED our ability. My ability. They always say kerjasama but what happens? Even some Malays go against Malays. What is the world becoming??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that some Malays turn out to be my good friends. Just that few. Indians and Chinese, I'm getting along with them smoothly. No problems. These people made my life there. We took care of each other despite the difference of race and religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these friends,&lt;br /&gt;- I'm being patient&lt;br /&gt;- I dont argue&lt;br /&gt;- They listen to my problems&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; I'M HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one and half months more. I'll go along with whatever happens. Ill keep my heads up looking out for my friends and myself. I will not allow them to push us around anymore. If they think they are so smart, they can go ahead and do it on their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4386907497953246748?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4386907497953246748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-sem-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4386907497953246748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4386907497953246748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-sem-break.html' title='My Sem Break'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6629246562318299890</id><published>2011-05-01T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T02:26:28.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations to Prince William and Kate Middleton!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFlVLwySVQQ/TbxMIwHuNiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7ZRSR8dO0Ac/s1600/prince-william-and-kate-middleton-official-portrait-by-mario-testino-563482120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFlVLwySVQQ/TbxMIwHuNiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7ZRSR8dO0Ac/s400/prince-william-and-kate-middleton-official-portrait-by-mario-testino-563482120.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such cute couple :) Awesome wedding too. Aww... sweet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the ring wore by Princess Diana and now, Kate. So beautiful! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsyPMfRaKPg/TbxPjKSJe6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/D8p3LzaN1_s/s1600/Dianas_engagement_ring-prince-william-kate-middleton_wedding-date.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsyPMfRaKPg/TbxPjKSJe6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/D8p3LzaN1_s/s320/Dianas_engagement_ring-prince-william-kate-middleton_wedding-date.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What attracts me most is her dress which was made surprise until the wedding. Her dresses are simple yet elegant. Its beautiful although its just that simple. She looks good in it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saVgK4yOOtQ/TbxPnRXhAnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RfuR2eokyHY/s1600/KA7598%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saVgK4yOOtQ/TbxPnRXhAnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RfuR2eokyHY/s320/KA7598%257E1.JPG" width="241px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwggxyCbK5s/TbxPp3jTwhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cZBrMNpj22Y/s1600/kate-middleton-pic-pa-image-1-479039720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwggxyCbK5s/TbxPp3jTwhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cZBrMNpj22Y/s320/kate-middleton-pic-pa-image-1-479039720.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kiss on the balcony where Prince Charles and Lady Diana used to stand on the day of their marriage as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7wzDdwvNLA/TbxPwF0a6iI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NQCOQ6ky4Kw/s1600/Prince-William-and-Kate-Middleton-Kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7wzDdwvNLA/TbxPwF0a6iI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NQCOQ6ky4Kw/s320/Prince-William-and-Kate-Middleton-Kiss.jpg" width="241px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wedding vow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXThuUG_B7Y/TbxP8TMWxKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ykO-leEJ4VI/s1600/Prince-William-and-Kate-Middleton-Wedding-Vows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXThuUG_B7Y/TbxP8TMWxKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ykO-leEJ4VI/s320/Prince-William-and-Kate-Middleton-Wedding-Vows.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the souveniers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-lanWPpNcQ/TbxP_KkESoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yNnQ601yScw/s1600/will-kate-woolworth_674648c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-lanWPpNcQ/TbxP_KkESoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yNnQ601yScw/s320/will-kate-woolworth_674648c.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so wishing my wedding is that grand and awesome :D *dreamy look*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some people would just say its just another wedding like everyone else. But its not always there's a royal wedding with a new member joining the royal family. Soon there will be little royal prince or princess to be born isnt it? Haha. Its nice to watch a wedding. :)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6629246562318299890?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6629246562318299890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding-of-prince-william-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6629246562318299890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6629246562318299890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding-of-prince-william-and.html' title='The Royal Wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFlVLwySVQQ/TbxMIwHuNiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7ZRSR8dO0Ac/s72-c/prince-william-and-kate-middleton-official-portrait-by-mario-testino-563482120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8480497015927219410</id><published>2011-04-26T12:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:52:37.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations for "things"</title><content type='html'>I'm so preparing for NS although I dont really feel like leaving home. My bed. TV. Awesome food. Internet. My friends. My darling. =) LOL. Its so bad that I will be placed in Kedah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;( Ah Leong! I expect you to come visit me =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I already had my medical check up with Kasturi yesterday and Kasturi was hoping that the doctor gave her a &lt;em&gt;"TIDAK LAYAK"&lt;/em&gt; for her check up so that she doesnt have to go. Obviously the doctor was being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;'nice'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and gave her a &lt;em&gt;"LAYAK".&lt;/em&gt; Haha. She'll get over it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not Kasturi. I'm looking forward to it. Haha. To actually see if I &lt;strong&gt;survived&lt;/strong&gt; the first week. XD Yes yes. I know everyone who came back from there says &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; NS was fun."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"You wont regret this"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Just take it as a holiday!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I'm not worried about not having fun. I'm more worried about the stupid water supply, the awful bed, awful bathroom, awful commander and MAYBE awful NS mates? Haha. I'm a bit princess so forgive me. I could survive with an AWFUL commander and mates but water supply? Nahh...Ill die without clean water!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ive heard, Saturday and Sunday are free days for us. Means you do whatever you want. &lt;strike&gt;I wish to burn down the camp&lt;/strike&gt;. I told Praveen to come and visit me about every weekend which I doubt he would. He just wana stay home and live his life like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sakai Prince&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because his mummy and daddy&amp;nbsp;are there. Ngek. Oh well. Kedah is way too far. Who would visit even when Praveen only stays 30 minutes drive away from my camp? My mum wont come every weekend. My darling would be studying so he wouldnt even care to come. My friends? See la who's being a friend than not. Not really expecting friends anyway although they are free to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up formal is so weird for me. Wearing a blouse and a skirt with shoes for a test is kinda awkward really. Eeek. Looking at myself in the mirror saying to myself I look old. *AHHH...* AWKWARD. The interview on the other hand is in between my NS period. Escape NS!! and in the end have to come back also. I'm so praying that I passed my interview very much. Whatever interview it is, I just want the first choice. Hopefully. Thats all for now. I'm going to work to start my misery. &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/110326089699021335-8480497015927219410?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8480497015927219410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-preparing-for-ns-although-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8480497015927219410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8480497015927219410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-preparing-for-ns-although-i-dont.html' title='Preparations for &quot;things&quot;'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6793856992873722251</id><published>2011-04-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:15:04.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO NS, QUIT JOB</title><content type='html'>I wonder what's there to post about. Its kinda weird not knowing what to blog about and yet I want to blog. Working there is no fun at all. Gah. I guess Im gonna have to quit soon although I promised July. Im not breaking my promise on purpose but National Service breaking my promise for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again? Thats right. National Service. Although I finished Form 6 and I actually did re-apply to go for NS in the first batch this year. But it actually shocked me that I have to go for the 2nd batch. Its not my fault that I had to stop working. My boss wont be happy and Pui San is definitely not gonna be happy with me leaving all the sudden. Gosh. 2nd batch is starting out in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually happy that I will be attending NS so soon but my boss will say AGAIN that I'm irresponsible. Hear that..again, I dont like the way he calls me irresponsible. So unlikely that I had ever hear that word in my life. So STUPID. Besides, Pui San I felt that he doesnt actually like us when we said we wanted to leave earlier which is this end of the month. So he is kinda like using us. He needs us. When we want to leave and he hadnt find a replacement, there..he WILL CALL US &lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRRESPONSIBLE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;if we say we wanna leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, this boss...I dont know what to say further. I do not like that stupid, large word highlighted and bolded. It never occured to me. Pfft. Irresponsible konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah says,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; " Your boss lame la...dont make me go there and scold him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yew Tuck says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;" Screw your boss. They only care about profit&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;*Id say he only needs us to help him, if not, we'll be fired first*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I actually laughed when I hear what she and he has to say. I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the letter from NS come soon so that I can show the letter in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;HIS FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and tell him I'm gonna leave. Thank God there's no contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being irresponsible, this job is so friggin boring and there's many things that they didnt teach us. WHAT..you think we're suppose to know about it and learn it on our own? &lt;strike&gt;JIAK SAI LA&lt;/strike&gt;. Besides, we as workers have the right to demand to leave whenever we want to if we're not tied to a contract. If he really needs people, go find people every month to be safe la. You're so smart. Go think about it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I regretted working there but anyways no point crying over spoilt milk =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6793856992873722251?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6793856992873722251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/go-ns-quit-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6793856992873722251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6793856992873722251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/go-ns-quit-job.html' title='GO NS, QUIT JOB'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2098242465155047085</id><published>2011-04-05T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:53:09.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seem Like An Everyday Routine</title><content type='html'>Adei...working 4 days is like the same as doing nothing. Still as bored as ever. But my friend, Chew Li Ling said, " Don't complain la. At least got income." Hahha..ala...she's not working because she stayed too far away from town. Its been a long time. Have not seen her since primary school. Adei. Talking to her feels great again. :D Qianyun, you better balik Ipoh la. When we come out to lepak, I hope you would be around to talk too. Dont bring your zombified FACE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days&amp;nbsp;I had been sleeping 12 hours and another 12 hours awake filling in everything I need to do. Practically seems like everyday to me. This Saturday is the MunSyI for USM. Kinda lazy to go also. Don't really wana be accepted by USM. I'm just trying my luck&amp;nbsp;because my friend told me to just register. I did but my chances of getting it maybe low. Haha. Its all luck. Matters not. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody free to just get me outta my house, feel free to XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S ~ I wanna go Kampar to visit Leong and Vicki..... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2098242465155047085?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2098242465155047085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/seem-like-everyday-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2098242465155047085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2098242465155047085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/04/seem-like-everyday-routine.html' title='Seem Like An Everyday Routine'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6066245854751903755</id><published>2011-03-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:14:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift - Fearless</title><content type='html'>Fearless for what the future holds for us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/ptSjNWnzpjg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptSjNWnzpjg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptSjNWnzpjg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's somethin' 'bout the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The streets looks when it's just rained﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a glow off the pavement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You walk me to the car and you know I wana ask you to dance right there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the middle of the parking lot, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're drivin' down the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're just so cool run your hands through your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Absent-mindedly making me want you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(C) And I don't know how it gets better than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I don't know why but with you I dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a storm in my best dress, fearless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So baby drive slow till we run out of road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In&amp;nbsp;this one horse town I wana stay right here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this moment now, capture it, remember it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(C)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well you stood there with me in the doorway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my hands shake I'm&amp;nbsp;not usually this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you pull me in and im little more brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the first kiss, its flawless, really something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's fearless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(C)X2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Taylor Swift &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6066245854751903755?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6066245854751903755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/taylor-swift-fearless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6066245854751903755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6066245854751903755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/03/taylor-swift-fearless.html' title='Taylor Swift - Fearless'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-3963442941408608196</id><published>2011-02-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:55:15.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 DAYS since results day.</title><content type='html'>ESTHER LIM WAS BACK IN OLD IPOH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;She came back not for any real holidays, JUST to get Miss &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Lazy San&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to exercise and do a reset program for five days. Meaning Pui San can only eat fresh vegetables or steamed, fruits and lots of water. Pure fruit juice with no sugar and added preservatives and some Usana products. No oily food, carbs, protein and whatsoever. I dont know =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Pui San do her thing, we went out to just walk. Evening, breeze walking in the pologround. Usually we would just be sitting at my home walking around, lying around, watching tv, sleeping, and MOST of all, onlining. Went back to school to certify our certs for preparation of unis. We went to Gunung Lang as well to walk around. Photos will be uploaded on facebook soon. Well, I mean as soon as I'm NOT lazy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, every hour, every minute...we think of whether we can enter this university or that or maybe not at all! Worry? Yes...this time I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; worried. It all depends on what I choose. If I chose wrongly, I may be chosen.&amp;nbsp;UPU must be some dangerous people to play with and hard to get along or something. Ish. Sounds like some gangster assasin.Weird but good enough to describe. So, I must arrange it super duper extra careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone got any idea what uni i should enter? What course I should take and shouldnt? I like something less stress but still there are pressure, fun and entertaining, and of course I will have a job when I graduate. That kinda thing. Haih. This sounds like even worse than studying. Oww......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; ALL THE BEST TO PPL WHOM ARE APPLYING FOR WHATEVER YOU WISH FOR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD BLESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-3963442941408608196?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3963442941408608196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-days-since-results-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3963442941408608196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/3963442941408608196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-days-since-results-day.html' title='5 DAYS since results day.'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2499704339182254531</id><published>2011-02-25T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:11:01.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampar Trip</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6.30am to fetch my brothers to school. Haih. Anyway, its just this once because Ah Tai will be fetching me to Kampar with him. There's Cah Mun, Yong Seng, Kee Leong and Chee Onn on the trip. They are gonna ask for the courses in UTAR because their results were not qualified to get into local university. I tag along for fun because I've never been to Kampar. Today was my first and the place is nice but not enough trees la....HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTAR was huge. As they asked the person about this and that, all I can understand were some mandarin spoken and more of blah blah blah....hehe...biasalaaaa...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;budak cina yang tak tau cina&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehe. Listening to it wasnt that bad. Maybe just a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;"huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or a little &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"errr?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or just some &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"whaaaaat???"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we got outta the building. Huge. Then we went to Tesco. Awww....tesco is soooooo &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;!!! Chee Onn and Kee Leong went back to Ipoh. Yong Seng too. So, its just me, Tai and Cah Mun. Went to pick up Qianyun and head for McD. Had been years since I met this little girl. Hehe. Still the same person..just a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...hehe. No offense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we just have to head back to Ipoh. Tai need to fetch his bro to work. Then later on, Tai and Cah Mun came over to my house to hang around before going home. Still on some universities stuff. I havent even apply anything yet. Waiting actually. But anyway, I am working on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LEONG QIANYUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Ill come back to Kampar to disturb you soon. When you come to Ipoh, tell me ah!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2499704339182254531?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2499704339182254531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/kampar-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2499704339182254531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2499704339182254531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/kampar-trip.html' title='Kampar Trip'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-4109841449226873096</id><published>2011-02-21T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:14:48.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just An Ordinary Student</title><content type='html'>Today was 21/2/2011...the day of taking STPM results! Ive been waiting for it for days and finally. I really have to say that I have to &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/span&gt; for my awesome results. To some people, maybe my results are just nothing but to me, its the &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; achievement Ive made so far. I was never a bright student nor was I a bookworm. I was just an ordinary student always with some shitty results or sometimes better than an F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I pulled it off. Its not that I did &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; good but I did better than some of my classmates who usually gets better results than me throughout the one and a half year of Form 6. I was surprised and yes, I was so so happy!! Haha. I wanted to enjoy but some friends fo mine didnt do well. I didnt know what to say nor do I know what to do. Hmm...so I cant just enjoy. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People actually came to me and ask me how did I study? Wow....just gonna give them my books and tell them to work on it. XD I really dont know what to say. Anyway, time to choose the 8 choices of my courses in universities. One month before the closing date!! Ishh...so fast...Dont even know what to choose yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Although I'm not the study type of person, I'm making myself one soon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE BEING ME!!!﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-4109841449226873096?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4109841449226873096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-just-ordinary-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4109841449226873096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/4109841449226873096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-just-ordinary-student.html' title='I&apos;m Just An Ordinary Student'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-2898238663631359971</id><published>2011-02-18T23:59:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:06:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Fun, Pray :)</title><content type='html'>I was so bored as usual that I kidnapped Pui San out of her house! LOL. Joking. She drove to my house and we actually talked about which local university is the best to apply although we havent get our results yet. In mind, there's &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;UUM, UKM, UMS, UNIMAS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some requirements were lower than expected and some were higher than we thought. It was not easy to choose because of the requirements given. We went into each universities' website to search for every information available. It took us hours actually. We also took a peek at &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;National University of Singapore and Nanyang University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Thats under our list if our results turned out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now re-choosing my courses because some courses that I wanted only given to science stream students. Sometimes its so STUPID that some courses that got nothing to do with science stream subjects only given to science stream students. Bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;WHO WANTS TO BE MY COUNSELLOR AND TELL ME WHAT COURSE SHOULD I TAKE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my school counsellor is &lt;strike&gt;an ass&lt;/strike&gt; busier than&amp;nbsp;the principal&amp;nbsp;to care about students. Nothing to do but wants to find work to do. This is so called crazy humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my results here next monday and hopefully any of you could help me a little yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I went to the temple with my family for prayer. Not really worried but I'm hoping to get into university. Thats all. Hopefully my results would be better than I expected :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAY FOR ME TOO!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-2898238663631359971?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2898238663631359971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/eat-fun-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2898238663631359971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/2898238663631359971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/eat-fun-pray.html' title='Eat, Fun, Pray :)'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-7981371850508787511</id><published>2011-02-16T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:24:40.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE NICE OR GO AWAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1000notes.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="fuck-yeah-tumblrs-best-posts:This post has been featured on The Best of Tumblr Blog -  Found on the blog of slowdownandlive Follow Now | This is Great!" class="media" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc4609fE6q1qecllyo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just feel like posting something. And this is to the people I hate most and to people that hate ME!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;-coming into my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;-ruining my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;-backstabbing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the worst &lt;strong&gt;STILL CALLING ME YOUR BEST FRIEND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;I feel like puking when u say that-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-7981371850508787511?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7981371850508787511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-nice-or-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7981371850508787511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7981371850508787511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-nice-or-go-away.html' title='BE NICE OR GO AWAY!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-8481792718099595891</id><published>2011-02-15T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:49:43.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Valentines was just the usual thang. I went out with Tai for lunch and then we went to visit Tracy at DeGarden. Practically, he didnt planned for today and obviously i didnt :) Oh well, forget it then. I prefer spending time with my siblings instead. We were rope-jumping last Sunday and well, today as well at the playground. When was the last time i exercise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea at all. Lets count this as the first for this year then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally miss school!! Being in school, i get to exercise, go for badminton, run around the school for lame reasons and so on. I will be fat soon. :(&lt;br /&gt;STPM results on the other hand, WHEN IS IT COMING OUT??!!&lt;br /&gt;Heard too many rumours saying its on the 21st February which is next monday. Ive got no comments really. Getting results and just going with the flow. No being nervous or scared. However it is, we have to accept it either ways. I just want to get into local uni. Scholarships? I dont think I'm good enough for that. But if my results are good, I'm gonna apply for whatever scholarships offered!!! Haha. I must be dreaming again. Possible or not, we shall wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I do TOEFL and SAT examinations? hmm...advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-8481792718099595891?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8481792718099595891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8481792718099595891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/8481792718099595891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-7669206671205135996</id><published>2011-01-12T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:20:09.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short ONE!!</title><content type='html'>Hey PPL!! Goodness...I can feel spiderwebs in my blog already!! So, to those who don't know, I'm currently busy working at Jusco ( men's department Forest). COME AND VISIT ME!!! Darn bored. At least its better than staying home and rot all day. Need to use my brain a bit before it gets rusty. Wont be blogging in a while but I promise to blog when I have the time!! See ya people!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-7669206671205135996?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7669206671205135996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7669206671205135996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7669206671205135996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-one.html' title='Short ONE!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-5545156113765733260</id><published>2010-12-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:46:42.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Camp and Shopping!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;21ST DECEMBER 2010 (DAY 1 AT NILAI - INTI YEC)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still packing my things and thinking what i had forgotten to add into my bag. As I watched the movie "Devil", i'm still thinking of what's gonna happen if im going to this camp. &lt;br /&gt;I asked myself, " Is it going to be the same activities like all camps did but this time its just exceptionally further??"&lt;br /&gt;I stopped thinking and go on smsing my other friends, &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Nagendran, Tai, Wee Nee and Koo&lt;/span&gt;. We met at the bus stand in front of Ipoh Parade at 12pm. As we sat in the bus, we&amp;nbsp;talked, sleep, eat&amp;nbsp; throughout the 6 hours in the bus. Goodness gracious. I almost felt sick at the last hour in the bus. We got our keys to our rooms, our tags and t-shirt. Everyone is in different block. I'm in block A with Jessica but different floor. Wee Nee is in block D, Nagen in block M, Tai in block K, Koo in block L. From block A to M is so darn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; R&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; R&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; R&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; R&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ppl drive. =.=&lt;br /&gt;We all met at the&amp;nbsp; hall and we start listening to the welcoming session. Then we played the musical chair with 100 more participants. At first, nobody can imagine how to play with so many people. But in the end, its imaginable and we practically survived. Why do i say so? That's because these plastic chairs break. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"&gt;9 CHAIRS LOST THEIR LEGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Condolence. XD The 5 of us hang around and walk around the campus till 12am before heading back to our blocks.&lt;br /&gt;End of Day 1..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;22ND DECEMBER 2010 ( DAY 2 - NILAI, INTI YEC)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7am. The last night, I went to Jessica's room to sleep. Rebecca was there too. So, 3 people on 2 beds. Why? Because my room is empty - no roomie!!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, after we had our breakfast, we did our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Cha Cha dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. We sang our theme song - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I gotta feeling and The Climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We were separated into our own groups. Then we were given welcome speeches by Mr. Boh and Dr. Sia. We were asked to paint our logo, name our group and group cheer. Something like LTC lar. I like my group pretty much despite the fact that they speak to me in Mandarin. Paiseh XD. But they do tolerate with me, so its okay :) We presented and it wasnt that good cz I was the one presenting. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I dont like being on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. After lunch, we were separated according to our personalities - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Artistic, Investigative, Convensional, Social, Realistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...we were asked to bulit something.&lt;br /&gt;After that, station games.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The survival challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Running up and down makes me really tired because I lack stamina after all the studying during STPM. We only played up to 8 stations if i'm not wrong because of the rain. I got back to my room and shower after that. Surprised, I have a roomate today. After that, we went down to the hall again for a prep talk on&lt;strong&gt; Project Runway&lt;/strong&gt;. Then we had dinner. After dinner, we strategize.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas was being dressed up by all group members. From then on, me and him are close enough to argue like cats and dogs. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt win but we had fun. After that, Tai, Weenee, Nagen, Koo and I went out of campus, with permission of course, to get some food. We&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; hang around in the campus until 1.00am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Day 2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23RD DECEMBER 2010 ( DAY 3 - NILAI, INTI YEC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were separated again. This time into the faculty that we want. I chose IT of course ( since there are no other options ) We went to the computer lab to do animation for an hour. When I see the lecturer, I feel like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;I wana be just like her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha. Back in the hall, Calvin talked to us about everything that we need to know. After all that, there's a somewhat student forum. Asking students of INTI about thier experience, memories and all. Its pretty cool listening to them. After lunch, we sit around in a circle with another group, telling them about our memories here in INTI and before. Its like expressing whatever we want to say. They created a facebook group - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;YOUTH EMPOWERMENT CAMP DECEMBER 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. From there, we connect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 4.30pm, its goodbye. Btw, I cant really remember my group members name. Just a few like Sher Rin, Kasha, Jackson, Dessus, Nicholas....2 more...LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;24TH DECEMBER 2010 - SUBANG JAYA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the new shopping mall - Empire Gallery then to Sunway Pyramid. Yes, we shopped!!! That's all we actually did. In the Empire Gallery, there's a slide kinda thing. we slided from the 3rd floor to the ground floor. Pretty cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;25TH DECEMBER 2010 - SUBANG JAYA, MIDVALLEY MEGAMALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL!! Definitely shopping in Midvalley for 6 hours and coming home dead tired like I have not been sleeping for weeks. Hmm...this shows my stamina is really gone for like....I dont know...just GONE!! Ish...time to rebuild stamina!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember my memories during &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Youth Empowerment Camp at INTI International University!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-5545156113765733260?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5545156113765733260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2010/12/camp-and-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5545156113765733260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/5545156113765733260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2010/12/camp-and-shopping.html' title='Camp and Shopping!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-6267342793660159059</id><published>2010-12-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:55:17.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Alright...finally back from alll the studying, brain bursting and total stress. Its back to enjoyment and relaxation. haha. My last paper actually ended on my birthday and my birthday was... AWESOME :)&lt;br /&gt;They actually planned it all out and yes I was being the blur case not knowing whatever is going on. So yea, I &lt;br /&gt;was surprised. Photos on facebook. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th Dec &amp;amp; 17th Dec&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp; Went to Cameron with a whole group of&amp;nbsp; 6AA students. Although Im not close to many of them but at least I'm closer to them than my OWN classmates. That's so true. I got to know them better after this trip. We had lots of fun together and they treat me well. They didnt ignore me like my classmates would and yes I would say they treat everyone fair and square. It feels like a family with them. There's Tai, Tracy, Yap Li Ling, Ng Pui San who invited me, Voon Pui San and her bf, Chui Kuan, Soo Kar Yee and her bf, Sark Ai Yee and her bf, Pooi Chee, Pen Sin, Jesse ( I dont know him and ppl call him that), Yan Hwa, Phang Kar Mun and the other girl i forgot her name, Hui Xing and her bf. 19 ppl stuffing in an apartment is all&amp;nbsp;you need to imagine. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. ~.~" HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion - It was definitely fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going off to Inti University College in Seremban with Tai, Nagendran, Wee Nee and Koo Wai Kit. We sign up to join the Youth Empowerment Camp. It will end on the 23rd Dec, after that ill be going off to KL. Will be back after Christmas. Which also means, I wont be online in that time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-6267342793660159059?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/6267342793660159059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6267342793660159059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/6267342793660159059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110326089699021335.post-7440022983977796210</id><published>2010-09-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:15:57.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hang Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Out Here and There</title><content type='html'>After reading a few of my schoolmates post, it feels like I havent been studying much compared to them. Most likely because I cant study when my house is full of distractions from morning till midnight. Particularly there are likely any time for me to study at home. This whole week of holidays, I had been going tuition a lot, going out to study with Tai and Chee Meng, and going out to kill some time. These days, I had been going around with Tai, Chee Meng, Kasturi and John. (Praveen missing in action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/9/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Friday. I had been invited to go to a mini funfair at &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ipoh Harvest Church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Teik Wei and Wei Yee. Since its nearby, why not? In the morning, my house was having a raya breakfast because my maid is celebrating raya. She asked me to invite my friends. So I invited Tai, Kasturi, Chee Meng and Praveen but sadly Praveen was back in his hometown and he couldnt come. After the little raya at my house, we went to Teik Wei's church. We had lots of fun with those little station games. After that there's Praise and Worship (not my thing cz im not a christian but i went anyway). I asked John to come but he didnt turn up cz his mum was not home that last minute. So we decided to go to his house and chit chat with him awhile. Its been awhile since i laughed so much. In thise group of people is where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I feel I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/9/10&lt;br /&gt;Tutiion was cancelled today. I went to Chee Meng's house to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Makroeconomics. But we didnt reli study much because his friend who came back from Singapore ajak him out to get a ticket back to Singapore again. So I went out with them and came back to study again. Besides studying with books, we study with music too. We took out the keyboard and I started to hit every button that gives different sound. HAHA. His guitar was out of tune. LOL. After that, we plan on going for a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but the swimming pool is closed because of Raya. After that we went to Bougainvillea to take a look. We thought we can come in and just swim because it was closed down for quite awhile. In fact, a lady came towards us and say non-members are not allowed. She lectured us for quite awhile that Chee Meng and John both wanted to kill her. Hahahaha. We had dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/9/10&lt;br /&gt;Went to Faris' house for his Raya open house. His house is so stuffy mainly because there's just too many people. Almost my whole class went. The house was noisy, the TV was on, Faris' family members are walking back and forth adding more food. After that we went to, Chee Meng's house. At that time, its raining and its cooling because its near the Kledang Hill. His 3 little Chihuahua dogs are so noisy. =.= Always barking with and without a reason. Kasturi on the other hand msging throughout the day. John and Chee Meng always tease her for that. Swt. After that, I went home and totally fell dead on the couch. Slept till 9pm. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Its been fun. Finally I found the friends that I could really count on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110326089699021335-7440022983977796210?l=chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7440022983977796210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2010/09/out-here-and-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7440022983977796210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110326089699021335/posts/default/7440022983977796210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinjoyeesharon.blogspot.com/2010/09/out-here-and-there.html' title='Out Here and There'/><author><name>Autumn Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18360323928127834918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDjStB_Eihs/SilRVlbOH3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHjwAUtAuqw/S220/sharon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
