<?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-2135124765505130480</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:05:20.352+07:00</updated><category term='kenny g'/><category term='children'/><category term='babies'/><category term='support'/><category term='reality'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='relative'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='books'/><category term='fruits'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='lake'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='scholarship'/><category term='flower'/><category term='trip'/><category term='movie'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='animal'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='study'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='patience'/><category term='family'/><category term='mummy'/><category term='anger'/><category term='realisation'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>The Imaginary Backpacker</title><subtitle type='html'>With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future.  I live now.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3024795169668360066</id><published>2009-12-15T19:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:35:42.677+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I will update my blog more often...But, i think I will talk more about my family and friends.I dunno what they have been doing during holiday.So, all my friends, u better get prepared to tell me all ur holiday  memories.Okla, that's all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3024795169668360066?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4482588338500126990</id><published>2009-12-15T19:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:32:48.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am a very lazy person...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4482588338500126990?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4482588338500126990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=4482588338500126990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4482588338500126990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4482588338500126990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-very-lazy-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-1185645395304614167</id><published>2009-12-15T19:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:39:57.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thunder</title><content type='html'>Me, my brother and my mother walked from modern after our dinner.When we were crossing the road, I tried to hold my brother's hand because i was quite terrified of the all the vehicles rushing by.My little bro quickly pulled away his hand from me but I managed to grip his middle finger.Didi, why are u so shy.We are sibling, right.Is it abnormal for a girl  to hold her brother's hand.I dunno why I want to talk about this.LOL.I felt quite uneasy because my bro who used to stick to me seemed to distance himself from me because he was going through adolescence growth spurt.OMG, my little brother is a teenager now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Then, I was quite scared when I kept hearing thunder and the lightning kept illuminating the sky.In the movie Accident, there was a scene showing an old man got electrocuted and become charred.It was so gruesome that I closed my eyes because I couldn't look at the scene anymore. When walking back, I was feeling uptight and I couldn't breathe easily.Mum kept consoling me and held my hand tight.My brother looked outwardly calm but inwardly, he was afraid .My hearts was pounding faster when I heard the  growl of the thunder and the sky turned bright in split second.I really scared that i will get hit by the lightning like what happened to a boy few weeks ago when he was at the basketball court.My pace was getting quicker until finally, I reached home.This was quite a scary experience and i realised one thing about me: I am KIASI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-1185645395304614167?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1185645395304614167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-8708247232688967554</id><published>2009-11-28T15:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:28:00.121+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-N79aK8yI/AAAAAAAAAs4/uY3AE3U_Icg/s1600/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-N79aK8yI/AAAAAAAAAs4/uY3AE3U_Icg/s200/DSC00844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408697738731385634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Try out nasi kandar.Now only I know how nasi kandar looks like.Very spicy.I don't like.My another first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-8708247232688967554?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8708247232688967554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=8708247232688967554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/8708247232688967554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/8708247232688967554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-Nh-EtyRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/FKyyOXK55oA/s1600/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-Nh-EtyRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/FKyyOXK55oA/s200/DSC00694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408697292233230610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-NhfGzEoI/AAAAAAAAAso/FBBLdV-M4S4/s1600/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-NhfGzEoI/AAAAAAAAAso/FBBLdV-M4S4/s200/DSC00691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408697283920466562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My shortest post ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-8869672376564344658?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8869672376564344658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=8869672376564344658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/8869672376564344658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/8869672376564344658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute-girl.html' title='cute girl'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-Nh-EtyRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/FKyyOXK55oA/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-992637609600271114</id><published>2009-11-27T14:46:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:18:36.850+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanna post more abou&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; my friends and my recent outing with them.Looking back at the picture taken with them makes me realise that how stupid I am for being too caught up with studying until I refrain myself from hanging out with them.Now, I wish I can get back to the past and hang out with them more because we might not be able to hang out together after SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, elaine, lian fen and shu wen metat baskin robbin on 31st of november because we got to eat the ice cream at cheaper price.Shu wen said that the ice cream was too sweet.This was actually my second time here.I shared a pint of ice cream with my family the first time I was here.i know I sounded cheapskate but RM 17 plus for a pint of ice cream was extravagant.I can have a decent meal at kenny roger with this amount of money.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-Fj7WrmzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kBQWr2qdyek/s1600/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408688529769995058" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-Fj7WrmzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kBQWr2qdyek/s200/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As always, me and shu wen.SW was the cutest friend I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-FjoDdxzI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1OCbp37YKlQ/s1600/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408688524589123378" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-FjoDdxzI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1OCbp37YKlQ/s200/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shu Wen and Lian Fen.Lian Fen likes citrus type of ice cream and most of the flavour that she choose was quite sour but a bit sweet.She told me lots of things today.She gonna go to college soon.However, we can keep in touch always because we live quite near to each other.When I get my driving license, the first thing I will do is to drive to her house and we will go for movie together.I wanna talk more about my friends..I realise that I crap too much about myself..This is the norm of life.People tend to be self centred.They will put themself ahead of everyone else.Same thing happens in a conversation.Sometimes , we are not really listening to each other.WE often treat communication as a race.It seems that no one was really listening to each other, instead they were taking turns not listening to one another.They will be competiting for the air time so that they can talk about their glory, their bad experiences, and so on.People tend to remember the thing that they say instead of the things that their friends and family say.I am quite cynical of saying these.I encounter this problem with my friend.We always fight for our chance to talk and we always try to make our airtime more interesting.I am cynical la...Aiyo.I will try to change, just like someone who  tells me that she try to change but I never see any changes in her behaviour.She is still the same, rude and ignorant.This is just my negative perspective towards certain matter.I am also this type of girl who wanna be centre of attention and I dun really listen to others sometimes..I just wanna talk about me, me and me. and I expect everyone to listen..But , this is just not the way.I know that if we want someone to listen to us and understand us, we must firsly listen intently to them and try our best to understand them.I think I gonna talk more about my friends in the next few posts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-FjPeTwsI/AAAAAAAAAsI/0_gpEJ8GtwQ/s1600/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408688517990826690" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-FjPeTwsI/AAAAAAAAAsI/0_gpEJ8GtwQ/s200/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Green tea ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-Fi7FmBiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ysMMycFzFaQ/s1600/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408688512518456866" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-Fi7FmBiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ysMMycFzFaQ/s200/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Halloweeennnnnnn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-992637609600271114?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/992637609600271114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=992637609600271114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/992637609600271114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/992637609600271114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweens-day.html' title='Halloween&apos;s day'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-Fj7WrmzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kBQWr2qdyek/s72-c/DSC00788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-8412559610784843414</id><published>2009-11-27T14:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:47:18.384+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shu wen's bd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-BaBq4SQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/WS3Hfa07ZL0/s1600/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;On 29th October 2009, I asked sw whether she will celebrate her birthday with her family..She answered me in disdain 'my family dun hing this type of thing'...Hing means they dun do all these celebrations.Besides, I remembered that there is a teacher saying that she wants to eat cake on that particular day.Therefore, that day, I called my parents to ask them to bring my bottle which I really left at home and a cake.I asked quite a lot of people to share to buy the cake.However , the cake was not like what I expected.It looked kinda traditional and it was quite oily.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Birthday gal with two  guys.Lol...We are all ex classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-BZ8HjM-I/AAAAAAAAArw/Hfu2Ro4e2ec/s1600/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-BZ8HjM-I/AAAAAAAAArw/Hfu2Ro4e2ec/s200/DSC00777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408683960129762274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      Two of my favourite friends.Friends that I will never forget and I will always cherish them, love them.I hope you will read this post.I just want to say I really appreciate both of you.I hope 20 years later, we still can have gathering and outing together.LOL.I am quite emotional type of person, I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-BZvJgdrI/AAAAAAAAAro/sGzmtnqxsP8/s1600/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-BZvJgdrI/AAAAAAAAAro/sGzmtnqxsP8/s200/DSC00776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408683956648310450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Shu wen, Jing Wen, Jeanette and Hwei Teing...Female version of F4.Dun ask me to erase this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-BZNfcCcI/AAAAAAAAArg/DYmGkPpz3Qg/s1600/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-BZNfcCcI/AAAAAAAAArg/DYmGkPpz3Qg/s200/DSC00774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408683947613489602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to post about shu wen birthday.This is my oppurtunity to show all my best friends that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read quite many people's blog nowadays, especially of those ex starians.I wondered what have been going on with their life after they complete their form 5.They have a very good social circle.They always take pictures with their friends and post them in their blog.Reading their blog makes me feel that I am quite lonely.Nevertheless, I have friends that I really appreciate and I hope that this thread of friendship will not break forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-8412559610784843414?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8412559610784843414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=8412559610784843414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/8412559610784843414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/8412559610784843414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/11/shu-wens-bd.html' title='Shu wen&apos;s bd'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sw-BZ8HjM-I/AAAAAAAAArw/Hfu2Ro4e2ec/s72-c/DSC00777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4536430385127429308</id><published>2009-11-17T14:07:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:49:02.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of things have happened lately.I felt quite overwhelmed by everything that has occured lately...Pardon my english..I didn't read storybooks lately and I forgot how to compose a good essay.The words just can't form in my head..I wanna cheer ,yself up by posting all these pictures of of my favourite grandnephew, Ah Zhen(my cousin's grandson)I think I have written in my blog saying that my this particular cousin has 8 grandchildren and both of my cousin's daughter in law are pregnant.So, next year, it will total up 10 children.I am very close with all of the children.Last Thursday, I went back to my kampong and stay at there for 2 days.I have fostered a very close relationship with all the children throughout the two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SwJORVCznYI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6Fmw9AeHlsY/s1600/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SwJNG1xmGRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/95ZNBizGxug/s200/DSC00932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404967282707667218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SwJNGsTA9wI/AAAAAAAAAqw/yrTIpk4V57I/s1600/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SwJNGsTA9wI/AAAAAAAAAqw/yrTIpk4V57I/s200/DSC00936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404967280163485442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SwJNGVFubnI/AAAAAAAAAqo/6isBAvOT6R4/s1600/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SwJNGVFubnI/AAAAAAAAAqo/6isBAvOT6R4/s200/DSC00937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404967273933729394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     I asked him to camwhore.He agreed to do all these cute pose because he will get to take picture using my hp..All the children there love taking picture using my hp.He is so handsome, cute, sweet, indescribable.I love him the most among all the children.Sorry if I never elaborate much..I got too many posts to update and I have spent a lot of time reading other people's blog.I also reread my posts because i dun wanna forget all the happiness in my life.I kept checking the poll and it has been increasing quite rapidly for the past one week.Just in one week the poll increases from 1604 to 1660 without me rereading my blog.I recorded it down cause I wanna know how many people actually click in to my blog.They might be entering my blog so that they will be able to link to my friends.I dunnola....i really dunno who has been reading my blog but for those who is reading it(my friends), I hope you enjoy it..I gonna update my blog consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4536430385127429308?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4536430385127429308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SwJORVCznYI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6Fmw9AeHlsY/s72-c/DSC00926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-1732556010035451629</id><published>2009-11-07T14:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:52:57.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin's wedding</title><content type='html'>I just attended my cousin's wedding..It's quite obvious my forth uncle's daughters in law were all beautiful..I was pretty happy today cause I got to eat the yummiest food ever..I devoured 2 shark fin's soup..I know that the shark fin was fake because nowadays not many people can afford hundreds of bowl of genuine shark fin.Let's jump to the point..I won't dilly dallying around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0f-7JlFCI/AAAAAAAAApI/gllFkUb63jg/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0f-7JlFCI/AAAAAAAAApI/gllFkUb63jg/s200/DSC00762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399006694177313826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 My dad was the 8th uncle in Liau family...There was a table specially reserved for us but my family members only totalled up to 4 persons only because my sis and bro were not around..All my other uncles have more family members which included their children which were obviously quite big and their grandchildren which was uncountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0f_RnVaII/AAAAAAAAApQ/PPNlLsb1ZvM/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0f_RnVaII/AAAAAAAAApQ/PPNlLsb1ZvM/s200/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399006700207696002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        My parents..They treated me like a princess..I was very very very close to them..I talked more and spent more time with my parents compared to my best friends..They were my life to be more exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0f_zab1XI/AAAAAAAAApg/Q8t0OQF192E/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0f_zab1XI/AAAAAAAAApg/Q8t0OQF192E/s200/DSC00766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399006709280396658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0f_mNaCDI/AAAAAAAAApY/haIvnwM5Urs/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0f_mNaCDI/AAAAAAAAApY/haIvnwM5Urs/s200/DSC00765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399006705736091698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         My cousin's daughters..They we redamn cute!!They loved  clinging to me since my fifth uncle's son wedding last month.Ever since, whenever we attended family's party or wedding, we were always stick to each other..Children is so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0gACLQwTI/AAAAAAAAApo/-4J8bWCzpck/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0gACLQwTI/AAAAAAAAApo/-4J8bWCzpck/s200/DSC00767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399006713243287858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the guy behind me..wasn't he cute.I think he was the cutest cousin ever..I kept wanting to take picture ever since I saw him for the first time a few years back during chinese new year..He has this cute and  innocent facial expression which I can't help but falling for his look..His look nia ar..he was just so cute..I was on cloud nine that day.I got to take picture with someone I really wanna take pic with..Another wish fullfilled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-1732556010035451629?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1732556010035451629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=1732556010035451629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/1732556010035451629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/1732556010035451629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/11/cousins-wedding.html' title='cousin&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0f-7JlFCI/AAAAAAAAApI/gllFkUb63jg/s72-c/DSC00762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-531370257567959906</id><published>2009-11-06T12:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:55:13.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went makan vegetarian with parents..That's not the point.When we walked to the pasar pagi, we happened to bound into a man without legs.He was singing oldies to seek sympathy and  donations from the public..This was our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:The man without legs is so kolian&lt;br /&gt;Dad:Yea&lt;br /&gt;Me:Imagine I am like him, got no legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad gesticulated to me indicating that I should shut my bloody mouth&lt;br /&gt;Honestly la, imagine I don't have leg, I can't walk to places I love to be in, I can't do my work as usual and I can't carry on with my life..Seeing him makes me feel bad about myself..I always think I am unfortunate and everything is not fair..The truth is, sometimes, we just have accept life for what it is...When  we constantly think that we are very unlucky, there is much more people who is more unfortunate compared to us..I saw this little present in tesco one day, it was an ornament written 'count your blessings, not your worries'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session 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style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SvFYc7fEXSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/lXBoiFIAWXQ/s200/snail.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400194682221518114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I went walking with my dad at tmn chi liung park, we saw two snails crawling slowly and steadily.They were quite cute in the sense that after we walked for a few a round, they have just moved a one or two feet...We walked for 5 rounds and the snails still couldn't finish their 5 feet journey...It's ok to be slow, as long as we complete the journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         I saw many mynahs gathering and playing on the field at chi liung's park today..It's great to see such a beautiful scenery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input 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type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I watched Poker King with daddy and little brother.Lil bro skipped school so we pakat together to go watch this movie which I have been looking forward.The movie was not bad la considering Louis Koo acted in it.I always have a great affinity towards Louis.Although he was already quite old, he was still so good looking and cool.I become hiau over him only..I have been watching his past few movies in this year, Accident, Ling Ling Kao, Jia You Xi Shi 09.I just love him!! There were few  celebrities I truly admired and he was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SvFa0vlcZeI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VQaiszf54uI/s1600-h/poker.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SvFa0vlcZeI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VQaiszf54uI/s200/poker.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400197290367149538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                After watching that movie, me and my dad have a new favourite pastime, playing poker card!It was quite a fun poker game.For those who go to casino often or watch the movie, then you will know how the game looks like.Okla, just wanna say the poker card game is a hit.I really enjoy playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input 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type='text'>Petition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0j0_7KyWI/AAAAAAAAApw/OA91Kbm69Dk/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0j0_7KyWI/AAAAAAAAApw/OA91Kbm69Dk/s200/DSC00770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399010921706867042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is this??Why everyone's has their signature on this paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0j1dTbxvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ErSAv87WAjQ/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0j1dTbxvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ErSAv87WAjQ/s200/DSC00768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399010929593272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was actually the petition signed by everyone in my class to support the collage of Patrick Star created by a form 1 student..Those who signed were telling that they honestly like this piece of art and they love and adore Patrick Star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0j1AkYHtI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5VT4OhohL80/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Su0j1AkYHtI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5VT4OhohL80/s200/DSC00771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399010921879707346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wee Jin, the smartest boy in my school actually signed this kinda stupid petition..Gosh, anyone wanna imitate his signature for evil purposes can come here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2266600924472293215?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4911184129655430194</id><published>2009-10-31T22:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:54:29.949+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I gonna post a long story about shu wen's birthday..Ok, Hwei Teing said that octopus that the restaurant served during wedding was appetising..Baby Octopus, a squishy, elastic, whole body octopus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SvFdN1fVWoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QbQGifymnkg/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SvFdN1fVWoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QbQGifymnkg/s200/DSC00670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400199920472119938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okla, just wanna post this picture, FOR FUN!Happy Halloween's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4911184129655430194?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4911184129655430194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=4911184129655430194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-8765812558066427040</id><published>2009-10-30T19:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:59:24.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRdgtydNII/AAAAAAAAApA/Nyhelmd1QbY/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRdgtydNII/AAAAAAAAApA/Nyhelmd1QbY/s200/DSC00370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396541070125118594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       I love this scenery..Sekinchan, my haven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRdgVXPnXI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8o29eIG_oHc/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRdgVXPnXI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8o29eIG_oHc/s200/DSC00371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396541063568530802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            The paddy field is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRdgEPa6iI/AAAAAAAAAow/rRU0EheFa1g/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRdgEPa6iI/AAAAAAAAAow/rRU0EheFa1g/s200/DSC00375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396541058972314146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I have to admit I am a loner..I don't really like socialising and being in a large crowds..This is quite obvious because most of my blog posts are not about friend's gathering but more on me as an individual who loves nature, solitude and most importantly, family...I will always be family baby girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-8765812558066427040?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8765812558066427040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="story_image center" style="width: 365px;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2008/12/28/lifefocus/brats_05fruits.jpg" alt="" width="351" height="302" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;“At an early age, I really liked the environment. I dreamt of being involved in a job related to it when I grew up,” said Benn, 40.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was however not the most conventional of ambitions. Local universities did not offer degrees in environmental education, and Benn’s best option then was to study something related to nature.“I had to a get a degree in Zoology first, then specialise in ‘conservation and ecological biology ‘.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Benn was so determined to achieve her dream that she was not daunted even when her application to study zoology was rejected twice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I had to apply three times for the Zoology course at Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia (UKM). My application was not successful the first two times. When I put in my application for the third time, I went to see the dean of the faculty of life sciences there and asked him to give me a chance. I got it!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After she graduated, Benn applied for the position of Environmental Education Programme Programme at the fledgling Rainforest Discovery Centre (RDC) in Sepilok. She started out as a volunteer for five months before finally landing the job in 1997.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I did not know what to expect from the job,” she says. “But I went into it with an open mind. I was told that it involved teaching and interacting with many people. It sounded like fun to me. More importantly, it was a job related to the environment. I knew I would love it.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Benn oversees RDC’s education programme. She plans educational activities and runs them with her dedicated team. Besides that, Benn inspects the educational facilities to make sure they are in ‘tip-top’ condition.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Everything has to be perfect, I feel a person must always give their 100 percent in everything they do. They have to put their heart and soul into their work and be passionate about it. Only then something can be done well.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I never find any of the environmental education programmes dull! People ask me, ‘Benn, you do these courses week after week, don’t you feel bored?’ I say no. Each course is attended by different people with different opinions,” she says. “I always believe it is a challenge to educate any individual on the environment, regardless of their background. There is always an opportunity to educate.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Benn believes a good educator is one who is able to hold the attention of his audience. To achieve this, she says the educator has to be enthusiastic. “If I am not enthusiastic when I present, how can I expect my class to be enthusiastic as well? It is impossible, the class will not come alive at all. I try my best to be as enthusiastic as possible every time.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through her environmental education programmes, Benn has reached out to people from all walks of life. Executives, professors, teachers, students, you name it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She has fond memories of a course she did for a group of disabled children.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“We had to get their attention. It was a huge challenge for the team. We had to wade into the pond with them and help them sense and feel the rainforest. That really was a lot of fun!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Benn feels environmental education in schools can be improved. The RDC runs courses for primary and secondary school teachers. These programmes aim to expose the teachers to the rainforest and give them a unique experience outside the classroom.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I hope with all my heart that the teachers manage to discover new ways of teaching their students about the rainforest. It would be great for the environment if every bit of their newfound passion is transferred to their students.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The biggest challenge for Benn is changing people’s attitude towards the environment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Changing mind sets is very important, but difficult. at the same time. People need the right attitude to care and be concerned about the environment. Many people do not care, especially when being green is not as convenient as polluting. They have to understand they can contribute to a better and cleaner place to live in. I feel great joy when I succeed in influencing a person to do their bit for the environment, ”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Benn hopes to do some research to investigate more effective ways to get people to love and care for the environment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It is something I really want to do,” she says. “I want to know whether what I have been doing has really been effective, and improve our current education methods.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And we can be sure she will be whole-hearted in this pursuit too.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=huijan" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=huijan&amp;amp;s=cold" vspace="2" align="middle" border="0" hspace="4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=huijan"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Free 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the casts from Queen of No Marriage, Ethan Ruan and Cheryl Yang.My response was "jump with joy and get overly excited on seeing them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for them.There was a tall auntie standing in front of me.I wanna kick her away because she was blocking the view.Whenever she motioned to the right, I will move to the left for better view and when she motioned to her left , I will press on my heels and move to the right.I waited for 45 minutes for ethan and cheryl.When they reached, there was this crazy fan behind me pushed me so that she can take picture of them.Then, she shouted with her flirtiest voice to get attention from  ethan.After that, she pressed on me hard by towering over me just to get a shot of the celebrities.She practically went berserk for the celebrities.Me, on the other hand, was less crazy over ethan and cheryl.I won't go insane over them la..I kept telling her to stop pushing but she ignored me.What to do??This is the real world.We have to face all these situation when we really go out to work one day.Everyone is selfish.I never see anyone who do something for others.They claimed to be helping others but they just want to make themselves feel better and more respectable..They are doing all these good deeds for themselves..There is an exception and it  is our parents....Cut the crap..I always went out of topic.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsWROiQzAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/H6Gp8uIOomI/s1600-h/DSC01750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsWROiQzAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/H6Gp8uIOomI/s200/DSC01750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393929463921691650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       It was not clear cause my phone was lousy.Cheryl was so beautiful.Ethan looked okay being bald.They were cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsWQuCtKPI/AAAAAAAAAno/fIKRdCh1bas/s1600-h/DSC01748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsWQuCtKPI/AAAAAAAAAno/fIKRdCh1bas/s200/DSC01748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393929455199398130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw Ethan whispered something to Cheryl.I couldn't help wondering what they conversing about...Maybe they laughed at the crazy fan behind me who shouted like monkey and pushing everyone who blocked her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsWQDDxFWI/AAAAAAAAAng/VM5u4vuOBAc/s1600-h/DSC01740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsWQDDxFWI/AAAAAAAAAng/VM5u4vuOBAc/s200/DSC01740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393929443661124962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kept holding my red bag up to  get their attention so that they will select me to go up the stage and play games with them.Too bad, my effort was wasted.I jumped up and down and I even considered of throwing my bag upwards.However, I retreated because I was too SHY.................SHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsWPoXVSzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/JoatIuM8OIA/s1600-h/DSC01738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsWPoXVSzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/JoatIuM8OIA/s200/DSC01738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393929436495432498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRZB9LN16I/AAAAAAAAAoo/YkCT8ImbHi4/s1600-h/DSC01790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRZB9LN16I/AAAAAAAAAoo/YkCT8ImbHi4/s200/DSC01790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396536143633045410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just attended my cousin's wedding buffet dinner.Just wanna post this pic..All the children are my relatives.They are my cousins' kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-5360511491346658795</id><published>2009-10-26T20:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:20:25.675+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New dream</title><content type='html'>I have been searching a lot about careers and colleges and university.I have made up my mind what I wanna be one day.It was my passion and I will never give up on it eventhough the salary was not high.I love children, animals, active activity and shopping and this job gives me the opportunities to embrace all these.This career required me to go back to form 6 because zoology course is only provided by local uni.Needless to say, I didn't even bother to study now because I am going back to form 6 no matter what.Unless miracle really transpire which is dad decides to send me to college to study psychology.It's funny right..Someone who go to psychiatrist want to be a psychiatrist.There are reasons..I know how it feels to be mentally ill and to be in depressed situation.I understand the feeling so I really want to help people troubled by mental illnesses...I am still in dilemma now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I have been really lazy for the past weeks.I told mum that I can't concentrate on my study because I keep thinking what's the point of studying if my average result won't bring any  effect to me..Mum said this sentence 'no pain, no gain'.Her words make me feel worse although she was trying to motivate me.I didn't pay any effort for the past weeks.Now, I regret a bit yet I don't feel apologetic about it.I am having the time of my life doing things I have been putting aside due to studying for the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Back to the career topic. I am adamant with my decision on taking zoology course because this is really I want.I pray hard now so that I can achieve my ambition....lol.If I can't get zoology course, I will opt for forestry..There are many more branch to these two major courses and i am going to specialise in one of them....Everyone should have ambition now..lol.I have been asking my friends what they want to be one day and some of them have made up their mind and some of them are still in doubt.I crap a lot la..Once I start writing, I will never stop because there is always plenty to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Shu Wen wanna be a nurse or do crafts but her parents will definitely take a stand against her..They want her to pursue business like her brother.I hope she will be what she want to be one day..My other friends wanna pursue accountancy.Okla, that's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-5360511491346658795?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5360511491346658795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=5360511491346658795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5360511491346658795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5360511491346658795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-dream.html' title='New dream'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-5305572710003771708</id><published>2009-10-25T19:59:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:04:11.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I went back kampong every weekend.Whenever I was there, I was filled with utmost happiness because I got to see all the children I truly adored.They were cute, exuberant and fun to be with.Today, I gonna post a few pictures of the girls out of 9 children.I used to call them baby but now I guess I have to change it to children because they have grow rapidly for past few years and I proudly declare that I watch them grow up one by one!!They are my precious little baby, always and forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRNTHIj3SI/AAAAAAAAAoY/w6m4233RTZQ/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRNTHIj3SI/AAAAAAAAAoY/w6m4233RTZQ/s200/DSC00698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396523244224503074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         I can't remember her name.Among all the kids, she was the quietest and the shyest.She always cling to her mum so I seldom get the chance to hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRNS7jTx9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/V06IIydW2ro/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRNS7jTx9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/V06IIydW2ro/s200/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396523241115469778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          The most mischievous girl...She can beat you up teruk teruk if u offend her.However, she was the cutest baby I ever seen.She will grow up to be a very beautiful and attractive lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRNSWlF3vI/AAAAAAAAAoI/5wV-W-eMYg0/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRNSWlF3vI/AAAAAAAAAoI/5wV-W-eMYg0/s200/DSC00701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396523231190834930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             My favourite baby...Initially, she was shy and introverted.However, when I really communicate and play with her, she will soften and play with me..What I really need is a lot of effort and patience to bond with her.I gonna blog a lot today because my headache is restraining me from doing anything tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't do anything tedious although I was perfectly healthy..I couldn't concentrate in my studies.Whenever I wanna study, I will find some other activities more interesting and I will resume with my tv, playing with my pet, makan out, shopping, exercising and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Not many people know that I go walking with my dad at Tmn Rakyat almost every day..I practice qi gong with daddy too cause he want me to gain back my health.Besides, I do other activities too ...I know that now is not the time to worry about my health but I am this health conscious girl that is afraid of getting illness at old age like most of her relatives who succumbed to cancer and heart attack.I don't want to rely entirely on medicine one day and pay thousands for them.So, I must take care of my health from now on.My diet or food preference is still quite unhealthy but I am trying to change..I talk a lot about my health and well being with my dad.I always assure him that I am healthy so that he won't keep worrying about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRLXefhI7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/esEpi0vb0eM/s200/DSC00757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396521120191030194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      First time here...I live in Klang, man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=huijan" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=huijan&amp;amp;s=cold" align="middle" border="0" vspace="2" hspace="4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=huijan"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Free Counter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Kow Wong Yeh temple and I am having a severe headache now.I was curious about Kow Wong Yeh.Shu wen told me that she saw Zhi Kiat, Wei Han, Tiong, Kei Vin at the temple when she went there last week.What drives me there was not because of them but I was curious of what shu wen meant about their statue.They don't have a statue!!Lol...When I went there to pray, I kept looking and looking to see whether there was any special symbol whats over.What I saw was a wooden plate with some chinese writing.I don't get what shu wen said earlier and now I think I got what she mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I went there to pray for my health and my family well being.I must admit my health was not so good for the last few months.I got two injections and I visited doctor a few times and I went to general hospital a few times too.Lol.This has excluded a few visits to specialist.Besides, I also pray for my sister.Hope her problems will be solved soon.I was not so superstitious but I was not ignorant towards all these deities and gods.Okla, that's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRLXiktsCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/SVqq8Hn3xLk/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRLXiktsCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/SVqq8Hn3xLk/s200/DSC00759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396521121286565922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         quite a beautiful temple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-5842378578129450969?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5842378578129450969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=5842378578129450969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5842378578129450969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5842378578129450969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/10/kow-wong-yeh.html' title='Kow Wong Yeh'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SuRLXefhI7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/esEpi0vb0eM/s72-c/DSC00757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3048832760376923829</id><published>2009-10-19T19:50:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:53:27.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought us to sushi zanmai.I heard a lot of people said that sushi zanmai's dish are nicer compared to other sushi restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsP9UNb26I/AAAAAAAAAmo/4Mf5zc7BIU0/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsP9UNb26I/AAAAAAAAAmo/4Mf5zc7BIU0/s200/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393922524777798562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wanna comment about it.The green tea here is nicer and more aromatic.The rice is rounder and the taste of vinegar is stronger.However, the ketchup here is too salty and the egg here sucks.The salmon is not 'hanyir' but at the same time it is tasteless.The pickled ginger here is too spicy in which I found it unappealing.  I am not a food critic but this is my opinion about the sushi here.Compared to sakae sushi, I think both are equally good or equally average to be more exact.I felt sad about my brother comments on form 6 today  so I wanna bitch about sushi since I have nothing else to bitch about.LOL.I will keep trying to reduce my grammar errors so that this post is more readable and less trashable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsROysAiXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/QNK7vC8hZd4/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsROysAiXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/QNK7vC8hZd4/s200/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393923924528499058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" 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type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3048832760376923829?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3048832760376923829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=3048832760376923829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3048832760376923829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3048832760376923829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-counter-dad-brought-us-to-sushi.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsP9UNb26I/AAAAAAAAAmo/4Mf5zc7BIU0/s72-c/DSC00745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-6648503496576042984</id><published>2009-10-18T20:03:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:44:03.429+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read lots of people blog and finally I get to know that what usually people blog &lt;/span&gt;about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna write about this new pair of shoes I bought recently.I seldom blog about my purchase on something so this time I won't budge in boasting to everyone about my latest purchase on my shopping spree at sunway.I know most people dun like seeing others camwhore and showing off their stuffs but I have to admit.......I love showing off...Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsUbuJr31I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/fc0p5IFTX_w/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsUbuJr31I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/fc0p5IFTX_w/s200/DSC00746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393927445183979346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love this shoes.I gonna pair it up with the dress my mum bought for me recently(showing off) again.I must admit I am very fortunate to have such a generous parents who just buy anything  that I want(showing off again) and try to fullfill everything that I want.&lt;br /&gt;This is gladiator if some of my friends dunno.In the shop, I tried this shoes and I ran and jumped with it before I made my decision.I dun wanna have sore leg anymore like those past experiences.My recent posts have been quite negative so I wanna chill up and write more positive post&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-6648503496576042984?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6648503496576042984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=6648503496576042984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6648503496576042984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6648503496576042984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-read-lots-of-people-blog-and-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/StsUbuJr31I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/fc0p5IFTX_w/s72-c/DSC00746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-314395699491406911</id><published>2009-10-12T20:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:15:26.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was addicted to this show nowadays..There was once I felt emotional for no reason(pms), I watched the first episode of Queen of No Marriage and then I was gripped...I must admit I like the main character, Ethan Ruan although some of my friends claimed that he was not good looking and he was arrogant.However, I couldn't  help admiring his undoubtedly splendid  acting skills and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have watched so many episodes of Queen of no Marriage for the past few days that I totally neglected my blog...LOL..I never regret watching it because I lose my temper towards my dad lesser and cry lesser.I know I sound emotional..The thing is I have became this not so confident person anymore..I kept thinking of negative stuffs and i felt scared of my thoughts.My mum said that it might be because of the camp I joined last few months.She felt that after I returned from the camp, I have altered to this scaredy cat and anxious person...I dunno what's wrong with me..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      However, after watching this show, I have become a more confident person...The character taught me to fight till the end for my happiness.I dunno a drama can lay such an impact on me.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/314395699491406911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-addicted-to-this-show-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2816777430234831576</id><published>2009-10-12T20:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:24:12.972+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Annual Dinner</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Librarian Annual Lunch, A Night to Remember is the best one I ever attended.Okla, I only attended twice and this time I feel really great...I dunno how to elaborate much about cause I didn't take any pic with my phone...I will update about it soon...I wanna thank this particular teacher for being so good to me.She helped me when I was in my darkest moment..When I felt dizzy during exam, she was the one who helped me go through the incident.When I was dawned with illness, she was the one who give me support and take care of me..I really thank you for being such a wonderful teacher, although I used to  dislike u...My bad perception towards you is totally wrong..I am glad that I meet u, teacher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div 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Dinner'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2634606008793725476</id><published>2009-10-12T20:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:07:45.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango Terror</title><content type='html'>Last Sat, I helped dad to pluck mango using a broom.It's kinda fun and It's my first time plucking mango...Then, I have just eaten a mango filled with white worms which I didn't even notice at the first place.I chewed half of the mango before I realised there were worms crawling in in the mango..Now, I feel nausea and disgusted...I just wanna forget about it..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2634606008793725476?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2634606008793725476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=2634606008793725476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2634606008793725476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2634606008793725476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/10/mango-terror.html' title='Mango Terror'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-1000224734433869018</id><published>2009-10-02T16:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:37:05.881+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't cry over a one over seventh spilled milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-1000224734433869018?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1000224734433869018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=1000224734433869018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/1000224734433869018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/1000224734433869018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-cry-over-one-over-seventh-spilled.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2470909045094167824</id><published>2009-10-01T20:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:04:31.097+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad, I miss you so much!!You just went for one day!!I am damn sentimental....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2470909045094167824?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2470909045094167824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=2470909045094167824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2470909045094167824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2470909045094167824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/10/dad-i-miss-you-so-muchyou-just-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4704183117850769007</id><published>2009-10-01T20:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:03:41.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everything falls into places!!!Thanks mummy!!I love your childhood!!Happy Lantern's Festival!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4704183117850769007?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4704183117850769007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=4704183117850769007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4704183117850769007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4704183117850769007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-falls-into-placesthanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-5594985467116217980</id><published>2009-09-27T20:34:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:51:57.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr9rPIgE9dI/AAAAAAAAAlY/uHUra6XU1xw/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr9rPIgE9dI/AAAAAAAAAlY/uHUra6XU1xw/s200/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141587082638802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know i am paying more attention to blogging than other activity but I can't resist the temptation to update what's happening around me.I think this is how I connect to a few of my friends because my fraternizing skills is lousy and I prefer jotting down what's on my mind than saying it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;This is about my second quite luxurious food trip to Sakae Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr9rPl1cEPI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3uHYMVBpr54/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr9rPl1cEPI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3uHYMVBpr54/s200/DSC00626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141594956861682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second time here.It's kinda expensive so me and my family don't dare to order too much.I fancy the unique yet quite mundane decoration here.I like the furry light hanging at the middle of the table.I like sparse seating and the trademark of this restaurant, the big green frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr9rQILjjmI/AAAAAAAAAlo/pJA5Iarjbjg/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr9rQILjjmI/AAAAAAAAAlo/pJA5Iarjbjg/s200/DSC00630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141604176432738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ginger pickle.My family wallop 2 whole cups of ginger.It's very yummy and is a good appetiser.We mix them with sushi and wasabi and the outcome is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr9s2s-mI6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/7VqKFd1CRsM/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr9s2s-mI6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/7VqKFd1CRsM/s200/DSC00628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386143366400844706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the best food trip I ever have.I tried unagi, soft crab meat sushi for the 1st time.Okla, there is nothing much I can elaborate about this trip.I blog now because I really have no mood to study.Everyone might be quite irritated about me relating on and on about studying.Frankly, I dunno what a normal average quiet ex top now not so intelligent student should be worrying now other than her/his study and academic result.Nites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-5594985467116217980?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5594985467116217980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr9rPIgE9dI/AAAAAAAAAlY/uHUra6XU1xw/s72-c/DSC00625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-8972737337077114625</id><published>2009-09-27T10:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:24:00.364+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly duckling</title><content type='html'>Went back kampong today, again.Saw these cute yet ugly ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2JsvxkXBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/msmhVWG3Gt8/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2JsvxkXBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/msmhVWG3Gt8/s200/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385612131236600850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinda like them....I hope they won't be eaten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-8972737337077114625?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2JsvxkXBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/msmhVWG3Gt8/s72-c/DSC00633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-6921640740038779568</id><published>2009-09-27T00:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:18:00.377+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2IqLyb6DI/AAAAAAAAAlI/IlcLtl6H63M/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2IqLyb6DI/AAAAAAAAAlI/IlcLtl6H63M/s200/DSC00624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385610987705198642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you very much for giving me the yummiest muffin in the world..I really enjoy it and I will never forget the chocolatey taste of friendship and affection!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-6921640740038779568?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6921640740038779568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=6921640740038779568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6921640740038779568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6921640740038779568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-very-much-for-giving-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2IqLyb6DI/AAAAAAAAAlI/IlcLtl6H63M/s72-c/DSC00624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-7321986942024670861</id><published>2009-09-26T10:01:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:10:23.288+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just chat with my sister.Holi is kinda boring..I study most of the days and I will take few days off too.I watched two movies for the past week.One of themwas where got ghost and the other was G Force.I watched it with my very close pal, SW.We seldom take picture together so this time I asked her out so that we can take picture together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2FlnEEweI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2VDf2A-RmZw/s1600-h/DSC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2FlnEEweI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2VDf2A-RmZw/s200/DSC00209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385607610592707042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     She looked so decent and gorgeous.I love her!!As a friend, of course!I felt so bad for not hanging out with her during the exam period.We were too caught up with our revision.We got tonnes of things to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2Fk_KP92I/AAAAAAAAAk4/-QJ8Un2FyJI/s1600-h/DSC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2Fk_KP92I/AAAAAAAAAk4/-QJ8Un2FyJI/s200/DSC00208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385607599881189218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Form 5 is undeniably the horror year where we must by heart all the infinity information about history, bio, physics, chem..I must learn to enjoy the subjects.I feel less pressured since I have made up my mind on my future.Besides, I dun want to push myself too hard.LOL.The factor that me and shu wen are the most compatible counterpart because we have the similar height.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G Forcewas  not bad.The climax was quite unexpected.Where got ghost has certain scenes that make me terrified.okla, my sleepiness has drained away.I have to get back to study mode now!Wish everyone who is facing SPM this year good luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7321986942024670861?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7321986942024670861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=7321986942024670861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7321986942024670861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7321986942024670861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-chat-with-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Sr2FlnEEweI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2VDf2A-RmZw/s72-c/DSC00209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-6585520550509369619</id><published>2009-09-24T10:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:01:32.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to talk about the food trip to Seng Huat bah kut teh..Sheng Huat bkt is the most well known bkt in klang.It is located the the Klang's bridge and the train station.Me and my family waited for ages for the bah kut teh to be served.Honestly, it tasted terrible.The meat was so elastic that practically we have to use kitchen knife to chop it.The soup tasted like ketchup and the rice was tasteless.The place was filthy and the smell of drain was circulating throughout the area.To everyone, don't ever go to that place or else u will really regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-6585520550509369619?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-6151889259646186028</id><published>2009-09-20T22:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:41:43.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I keep having headache.The pain left a catastrophic effect on me.I dun feel like studying but I still have to persevere..I love studying, honestly.I enjoy taking in all the information.I am proud to have the knowledge some other people dun have.Reading has great benefits to mind like what exercise did to body...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-6151889259646186028?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2763576718415923432</id><published>2009-09-20T19:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:48:41.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have learn a f ew life lessons.Health is the mostimportant aspect of life.I learn to appreciatrae people around me and I learn to eat healthily and take care of my body.I learn that the key to happiness is to be grateful.I feel very tired..Its like I went to a journey of life..I learn to cherish my relatives, my friends and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2763576718415923432?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2763576718415923432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=2763576718415923432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2763576718415923432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2763576718415923432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-learn-f-ew-life-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4265837342850895445</id><published>2009-09-16T21:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:15:04.382+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=huijan"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;PMS-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4265837342850895445?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4265837342850895445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=4265837342850895445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4265837342850895445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4265837342850895445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/pms-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-6035163649416042578</id><published>2009-09-14T18:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:37:52.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=huijan" target="_top"&gt;Failure is the first step to success!!I must strive hard no matter what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=huijan"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-6035163649416042578?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6035163649416042578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=6035163649416042578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6035163649416042578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6035163649416042578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/failure-is-first-step-to-successi-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4596447423075044035</id><published>2009-09-12T10:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:11:40.473+07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOodbye, forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqssZKorbPI/AAAAAAAAAko/S1fHfKtnoLw/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqssZKorbPI/AAAAAAAAAko/S1fHfKtnoLw/s200/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442990687513842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trees, my saviour...I always have great affection for trees since I am small.Whenever I go to tmn rakyat, I will not let go of the opportunity to look at the trees around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqssYj_YIVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fU1bdes48Lo/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqssYj_YIVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fU1bdes48Lo/s200/DSC00619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442980313735506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHy??????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqssYNEu0uI/AAAAAAAAAkY/545WJS6NgSc/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqssYNEu0uI/AAAAAAAAAkY/545WJS6NgSc/s200/DSC00622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442974162178786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Python found. .10 feet long.Now,I think so dead dy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqssXijDX9I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CKVlwKjE7eE/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqssXijDX9I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CKVlwKjE7eE/s200/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442962746630098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jungle in front of my house is being cleared.I feel so sad.I always love the green trees and the mysteriouslike lush greenery.Now, it's gone:(&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4596447423075044035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4596447423075044035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-forest.html' title='GOodbye, forest'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqssZKorbPI/AAAAAAAAAko/S1fHfKtnoLw/s72-c/DSC00616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-914120190769699705</id><published>2009-09-10T22:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:08:00.085+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putrajaya trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDQ9mZpmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xTvaX5Y-REY/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDQ9mZpmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xTvaX5Y-REY/s200/DSC00530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378005232470566498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Went makan at sushi king....I took picture using my sis camera and its capacity is very large..so, i don't plan to upload it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDQb_8_aI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zBLW9sA5ZYE/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDQb_8_aI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zBLW9sA5ZYE/s200/DSC00528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378005223450934690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDQAOyePI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pxIBzo9_SFA/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDQAOyePI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pxIBzo9_SFA/s200/DSC00369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378005215996967154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDPlGljeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/71h0fPYMbBk/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDPlGljeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/71h0fPYMbBk/s200/DSC00366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378005208714808802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDPau0-XI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_1bZSp1KIbU/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDPau0-XI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_1bZSp1KIbU/s200/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378005205930801522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-914120190769699705?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/914120190769699705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=914120190769699705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/914120190769699705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/914120190769699705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/putrajaya-trip.html' title='Putrajaya trip'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqKDQ9mZpmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xTvaX5Y-REY/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-6900346041284311527</id><published>2009-09-08T15:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:14:04.725+07:00</updated><title type='text'>XH house</title><content type='html'>I went to XH house yesterday...I saw him play violin for the first time.It was marvellous.He played an arabian like song which I think sounded very unique.Then, he brought me to his garden at the side of his house.He introduced me to some of the plants.He got tomatolike herbs tree, boungainvillea, pandan leaves, mango tree, flowers and many more.I want a garden like his.Then, he let me pet his puppy, Rambo.Rambo was so adorable . It kept trying to lick my leg.It bit XH before snad its teeth was very sharp.Whenever I blog, I feel more relaxed and my tension will gradually diffuse away.XH has such a beautiful house.His study tablewas so cool.He inspired me to study harder and learn to enjoy studying just like his passion towards biology.Going to his house makes me a better person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-6900346041284311527?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6900346041284311527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=6900346041284311527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6900346041284311527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6900346041284311527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/xh-house.html' title='XH house'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3295840122195736890</id><published>2009-09-07T10:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:14:43.541+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off</title><content type='html'>I am so pissed off.The anger refuses to diffuse out of my body.I feel like killing him!!How can he do this to me??I will put the blame on him if anything goes wrong.I wanna study but my headache keeps restraining me from doing so.I hope sw can come today.I need her companion to go through today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3295840122195736890?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3295840122195736890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=3295840122195736890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3295840122195736890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3295840122195736890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissed-off.html' title='pissed off'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4776031217902457245</id><published>2009-09-06T21:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:49:00.388+07:00</updated><title type='text'>feed the fish</title><content type='html'>Dad, bro and I feed the fish and tortoise in tmn rakyat today....The experience is splendid!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fish'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3322274318099503632</id><published>2009-09-05T22:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:08:16.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must strive hard!!The sky is the limit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3322274318099503632?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3322274318099503632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=3322274318099503632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3322274318099503632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3322274318099503632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-must-strive-hardthe-sky-is-limit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-1749671068045036745</id><published>2009-09-05T21:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:10:45.941+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been two weeks since my sis went overseas.I  miss her so much.I remembered the last few words she said to me before she went onboard.She told me to study and not to stress too much.I really take the words heavily.I will try my best and I will not let my family down.At the same time, I won't be bothered with all the stress  I have been enduring all the while.Sis, i really miss u!!I think absence really makes the heart grow fonder...Your not being here with the family makes me dream about u a few times...I hope u will never read this post, actually..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-193058719322038622</id><published>2009-09-05T21:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:42:32.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Then , I went back to my beloved kampong, Sekinchan.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJ1TUa-gKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/YojbfLfa90Y/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJ1TUa-gKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/YojbfLfa90Y/s200/DSC00598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377989879793615010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby, Teing Teing!!I love her so much.We cycled to the paddy field and we took picture of the panorama there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJ1S5oI92I/AAAAAAAAAi4/WZB_SJBDtc0/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJ1S5oI92I/AAAAAAAAAi4/WZB_SJBDtc0/s200/DSC00572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377989872601069410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite baby, Ah Zhen.He is so adorable.When I see him, I   am  bursting with happiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJzrU6PCaI/AAAAAAAAAio/ieJnnIqRlIY/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJzrU6PCaI/AAAAAAAAAio/ieJnnIqRlIY/s200/DSC00582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988093218326946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Ah Zhen!!Isn't he irresistable??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJzqmSTIeI/AAAAAAAAAig/YFjt4eNfGIE/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJzqmSTIeI/AAAAAAAAAig/YFjt4eNfGIE/s200/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988080702792162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         Yau Yau...She is very talkative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJzqEwpGqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LzW3tLi_LxM/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJzqEwpGqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LzW3tLi_LxM/s200/DSC00594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988071703255714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Hong Da.He hugged my legs todayI love hugging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJzp1ZbOYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/tqBKzMgZUQk/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJzp1ZbOYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/tqBKzMgZUQk/s200/DSC00597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988067579345282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went cycle to the paddy field.Then, me and my baby ran alongside the field.I was brimming with ecstasy.Today is the happiest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJ4bJjhovI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QSANVoqzsYg/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJ4bJjhovI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QSANVoqzsYg/s200/DSC00371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377993312850518770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJ4ajx9AqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/0aGjO_c6uiM/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/193058719322038622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=193058719322038622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/193058719322038622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/193058719322038622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/then-i-went-back-to-my-beloved-kampong.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SqJ1TUa-gKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/YojbfLfa90Y/s72-c/DSC00598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-1725493605274483463</id><published>2009-09-04T21:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:16:13.877+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fall sick today..I didn't do my exam.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, my doctor told me to relax one hour before I sleep so i won't dream a lot.So, right now, I am engaging myself with the most relaxing activity , that is blogging.It's undeniable I have passion for blogging.Besides, I can brush up my eng.I attended Mr Gerald's class for the past months.I derive pleasure from listening to him.I think I make less grammar mistakes and I did quite fantastically in my eng exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Friday is the day I look forward because I get to attend Mr Gerald class.I have been recovered from my illness for quite a while.Now, I am perfectly healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-1725493605274483463?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1725493605274483463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=1725493605274483463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/1725493605274483463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="description"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to improve my eng so I am back blogging.I am afraid that my grammar will not be good.Today, I wanna talk about my family trip to various cool restaurants.The 1st one is dragon I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SpvcSP3H4HI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yQgXeufyAUM/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SpvcSP3H4HI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yQgXeufyAUM/s200/DSC00920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132786250309746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           shang hai siaw long pao.Not bad la but it's to costly.When you bite it,it will ooze out yummy juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SpvcRjWbhSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/cHQJaoxY4w8/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SpvcRjWbhSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/cHQJaoxY4w8/s200/DSC00925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132774302024994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tong po meat.It very fatty and oily.I was eating a layer of jellylike fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SpvcRIOgu0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/hbcltYCskG8/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SpvcRIOgu0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/hbcltYCskG8/s200/DSC00910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132767021054786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Last time, whenever I go to aeon.I will pass by the restaurant just to catch a glimpse of the chef working on their pao and ramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SpvcQi4-0aI/AAAAAAAAAho/l5MX_zYoJKk/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SpvcQi4-0aI/AAAAAAAAAho/l5MX_zYoJKk/s200/DSC00909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132756998640034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice decoration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7027762671791043092?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7027762671791043092/comments/default' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SpvcSP3H4HI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yQgXeufyAUM/s72-c/DSC00920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3805064867855402969</id><published>2009-08-25T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:06:53.188+07:00</updated><title type='text'>outing with shu wen</title><content type='html'>We went to play bowling.Bothe of us were really terrible in bowling because we have been out of practice for quite a while.No offense, sw...We just can't hit the pins although we really aim for it..After that, we went hiking!!The scenery from the top of the hill was breathtaking...It's been so long I didn't go into the secondary jungle.SW got bitten by so many mosquitoes.I think i will not bring her to hiking again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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wen'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-7554063014711306243</id><published>2009-07-31T13:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:00:58.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>Me and my classmates(Lian Fen, Yee Jia, Sweet Ping, Tiong, Yew weng, Kei vin, Chin Wang and XH) went to watch Harry Potter last weekend.Too bad we didn't take picture together.The funny incident that happened that day was the guys went to guy's underwear department to get underwear for one of my friend as a birthday's present.So, you all can imagine la a group of teenagers was busy deciding which underwears were the best for this particular friend.The salesmen and saleswomen were looking at us, feeling slightly embarassed by so many people touching  the same underwear.After tried out the Mediterranean pizza, we went to the game arcade.I reached home at six something.The movie didn't have a climax.Every scene was very sudden and the most disappointing aspect was the part in which Professor Snape revealed that he was actually TheHalf Blood Prince.It was so lame.okla, that's all.Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7554063014711306243?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7554063014711306243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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last meeting.I am so going to miss them!!Iandy was our photographer for that day.Jing Yee looked so happy.She was busy thinking about her so called 'family'.Everyone has their best smile on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv-r0epOXI/AAAAAAAAAg4/LB0rBSNr4S0/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv-r0epOXI/AAAAAAAAAg4/LB0rBSNr4S0/s200/DSC00513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362659810089711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really enjoy this makan trip.I have the jimat watever set which consist of  pasta and chicken meatball mixed with cheese.Cai Fan was smiling.The pic was not clear.Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv-rmqoEgI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9igVKINKnCM/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv-rmqoEgI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9igVKINKnCM/s200/DSC00514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362659806381871618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Violet and Mei Yee.Violet is the cutest form sixer I ever seen.lol.Before they came here, violet and iandy went karaokeing with Yee Ting, another form 6.Yee Ting was so cheerful and bubbly:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv-rCLF3ZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/EgympBxUQhk/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" 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kampong last sun.This is my baby girl that I kept talking about.Isn't she adorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv39AGnTBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rYCrzsGHspQ/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv39AGnTBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rYCrzsGHspQ/s200/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362652408686529554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-5724013276550623961?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5724013276550623961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-7716582992042289788</id><published>2009-07-26T13:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:28:08.981+07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obsessive–compulsive disorder&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;OCD&lt;/b&gt;) is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_disorder" title="Mental disorder"&gt;mental disorder&lt;/a&gt; characterized by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intrusive_thoughts" title="Intrusive thoughts"&gt;intrusive thoughts&lt;/a&gt; that produce &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anxiety" title="Anxiety"&gt;anxiety&lt;/a&gt;, by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing anxiety, or by combinations of such thoughts (obsessions) and behaviors (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compulsive_behavior" title="Compulsive behavior"&gt;compulsions&lt;/a&gt;). The symptoms of this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anxiety_disorder" title="Anxiety disorder"&gt;anxiety disorder&lt;/a&gt; range from repetitive hand-washing and extensive &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compulsive_hoarding" title="Compulsive hoarding"&gt;hoarding&lt;/a&gt; to preoccupation with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_obsessions" title="Sexual obsessions"&gt;sexual&lt;/a&gt;, religious, or aggressive impulses. These symptoms can be alienating and time-consuming, and often cause severe emotional and economic loss. Although the acts of those who have OCD may appear &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paranoid" title="Paranoid" class="mw-redirect"&gt;paranoid&lt;/a&gt; and come across to others as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychotic" title="Psychotic" class="mw-redirect"&gt;psychotic&lt;/a&gt;, OCD sufferers often recognize their thoughts and subsequent actions as irrational, and they may become further distressed by this realization. OCD has become so popular in society that one sometimes says "That person is OCD."&lt;/p&gt; OCD is the fourth most common mental disorder and is diagnosed nearly as often as the physiological ailments &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asthma" title="Asthma"&gt;asthma&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diabetes_mellitus" title="Diabetes mellitus"&gt;diabetes mellitus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; In the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;, one in 50 adults has OCD.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The phrase "obsessive-compulsive" has become part of the English lexicon, and is often used in an informal or caricatured manner to describe someone who is meticulous, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perfectionism_%28psychology%29" title="Perfectionism (psychology)"&gt;perfectionistic&lt;/a&gt;, absorbed in a cause, or otherwise fixated on something or someone.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Although these signs are often present in OCD, a person who exhibits them does not necessarily have OCD, and may instead have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_personality_disorder" title="Obsessive–compulsive personality disorder"&gt;obsessive–compulsive &lt;i&gt;personality&lt;/i&gt; disorder&lt;/a&gt; (OCPD), an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autism_spectrum_disorder" title="Autism spectrum disorder" class="mw-redirect"&gt;autism spectrum disorder&lt;/a&gt; or some other condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Obsessions" id="Obsessions"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=3" title="Edit section: Obsessions"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Obsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="rellink noprint relarticle mainarticle"&gt;Main article: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intrusive_thoughts" title="Intrusive thoughts"&gt;Intrusive thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;The typical OCD sufferer performs tasks, or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compulsive_behavior" title="Compulsive behavior"&gt;compulsions&lt;/a&gt;, to seek relief from obsession-related anxiety. Within and among individuals, the initial obsessions, or intrusive thoughts, can vary in their clarity and vividness. A relatively vague obsession could involve a general sense of disarray or tension, accompanied by a belief that life cannot proceed as normal while the imbalance remains. Among the more articulable obsessions one may have is a preoccupation with the idea of violently hurting others or oneself.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-3"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Baerxiv_4-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-Baerxiv-4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; A survey of healthy college students found that virtually all of them had these types of thoughts from time to time,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Baer7_5-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-Baer7-5"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Like these students, OCD sufferers generally do not enact or even enjoy these violent thoughts.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-6" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-6"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; On the contrary, they are pathologically disturbed&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Barlow_7-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-Barlow-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; by these ideas—and by the sense that they could inexplicably possess them. Other obsessions concern the possibility that someone or something other than oneself—such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devil" title="Devil"&gt;Devil&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disease" title="Disease"&gt;disease&lt;/a&gt;—will harm either the sufferer or the people or things that the sufferer cares about. Some people dread entire concepts, fearing their materialization by causes that may seem implausible or indiscriminate to others. For example, a generalized fear of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contamination" title="Contamination"&gt;contamination&lt;/a&gt; might entail not only wariness of bodily &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secretion" title="Secretion"&gt;secretions&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Excretion" title="Excretion"&gt;excretions&lt;/a&gt;, but also apprehension toward household chemicals, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radioactivity" title="Radioactivity" class="mw-redirect"&gt;radioactivity&lt;/a&gt;, newsprint, pets, or even &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soap" title="Soap"&gt;soap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-8" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-8"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_obsessions" title="Sexual obsessions"&gt;Sexual obsessions&lt;/a&gt; may involve intrusive thoughts or images of "kissing, touching, fondling, oral sex, anal sex, intercourse, and rape" with "strangers, acquaintances, parents, children, family members, friends, coworkers, animals and religious figures", and can include "heterosexual or homosexual content" with persons of any age.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Osgood_9-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-Osgood-9"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; As with other intrusive, unpleasant thoughts or images, most people have some disquieting sexual thoughts at times, but people with OCD may attach extraordinary significance to the thoughts. For example, obsessive fears about sexual orientation can appear to the sufferer, and even to those around them, as a crisis of sexual identity.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ItMoved_10-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-ItMoved-10"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;11&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-sexfears_11-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-sexfears-11"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;12&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The doubt that accompanies OCD leads to uncertainty regarding whether one might act on the troubling thoughts, resulting in self-criticism or loathing.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Osgood_9-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-Osgood-9"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some people with OCD may sense that the physical world is qualified by certain immaterial conditions. They might intuit invisible protrusions from their bodies, or could feel that inanimate objects are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul" title="Soul"&gt;ensouled&lt;/a&gt;. These people tend not to profess &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religion" title="Religion"&gt;religious&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaphysics" title="Metaphysics"&gt;metaphysical&lt;/a&gt; convictions, such as a belief in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animism" title="Animism"&gt;animism&lt;/a&gt;, through which such notions are derived; even a child with OCD might find these notions ultimately silly.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Mash_12-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-Mash-12"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;13&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; However, regardless of how these ideas actually &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Correspondence_theory_of_truth" title="Correspondence theory of truth"&gt;correspond&lt;/a&gt; with the external world, they can underpin the OCD sufferer's conception of the most &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pragmatic_theory_of_truth" title="Pragmatic theory of truth"&gt;practical&lt;/a&gt; or proper way for them to understand and face that world. For example, an individual who engages in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compulsive_hoarding" title="Compulsive hoarding"&gt;compulsive hoarding&lt;/a&gt; might be inclined to treat &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inorganic_compound" title="Inorganic compound"&gt;inorganic matter&lt;/a&gt; as if it had the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sentience" title="Sentience"&gt;sentience&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rights" title="Rights"&gt;rights&lt;/a&gt; of living organisms, but such an individual might see no need or way to rationalize their hoarding on behalf of the items they collect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Compulsions" id="Compulsions"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Compulsions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="rellink noprint relarticle mainarticle"&gt;Main article: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compulsive_behavior" title="Compulsive behavior"&gt;Compulsive behavior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;While some with OCD perform compulsive rituals because they inexplicably feel they must, others act compulsively so as to mitigate the anxiety that stems from their obsessive thoughts. The sufferer might regard these actions as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necessary_and_sufficient_condition" title="Necessary and sufficient condition"&gt;conditions&lt;/a&gt; set forth by an ominous obsession, or might frame them as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metacognition" title="Metacognition"&gt;more direct route&lt;/a&gt; to eliminating the obsessions from the mind. In either case, the sufferer's reasoning is idiosyncratic or distorted to a maladaptive level. Compulsions include counting specific things (such as footsteps) or in specific ways (for instance, by intervals of two) and doing other repetitive actions, often with atypical sensitivity to numbers or patterns. People might repeatedly wash their hands&lt;sup id="cite_ref-13" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-13"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;14&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; or clear their throats; repeatedly check that their parked cars have been locked before leaving them; turn lights on and off, or touch objects, a certain number of times before exiting a room; or walk in a certain routine way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For some people with OCD, these tasks, along with the attendant anxiety and fear, can take hours of each day, making it hard for the person to fulfill their work, family, or social roles. In some cases, these behaviors can also cause adverse physical symptoms: people who obsessively wash their hands with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antibacterial_soap" title="Antibacterial soap"&gt;antibacterial soap&lt;/a&gt; and hot water (to remove germs) can make their skin red and raw with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dermatitis" title="Dermatitis"&gt;dermatitis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-14" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-14"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;15&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; To others, these tasks may appear odd and unnecessary. But for the sufferer, such tasks can feel critically important, and must be performed in particular ways. OCD sufferers are aware that their thoughts and behavior are not rational,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-15" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_disorder#cite_note-15"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;16&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; but they feel bound to comply with them in order to fend off feelings of panic or dread.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some information about OCD.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7716582992042289788?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7716582992042289788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=7716582992042289788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7716582992042289788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7716582992042289788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/07/ocd.html' title='OCD'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4911924320490256287</id><published>2009-07-26T12:51:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:46:10.542+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been sick for past whole month and now, I still suffer slightly from the sickness.I think there is nothing to be ashamed of.I am OCD.OCD stands for obsessive compulsive disorder, i am OCD  not I have OCD.I am it.Lol.Same  thoughts kept repeating again and again in my mind until I can't continue with my daily routine.My life was disrupted by all these repetitive thoughts and behaviour.There were several nights I couldn't sleep well and there were several days my whole body was numb because of the medication I took.I told sw about it.I dunno why I wanna tell all these but I dun want to hide about it anymore.I felt scared most of the days.There were a few days that what other people said kept repeating in my mind.When they said something, the voice will automatically repeat in my brain.I was so irritated with all these obsession but I can't do anything to improve my mental health.I felt depressed nowadays that I totally neglected my study.There were few happy moments that I had been through in this month but some of my days were consumed by endless anxiety and incessant thoughts.Iwas also more sensitive to the sounds around me.For instance, I couldn't even tolerate the sound of the fan.The fluttering sounds was annoying me&lt;br /&gt;.Honestly, I have anxiety problems but my case was not so serious like depression.I got headaches nowadays.I dunno what happened to me.I dunno who to tell this to cause I am afraid they will laugh at me and leave me alone.Who wants a problematic friend? I kept asking myself why all these things happen to me.Why can't I be healthy like other student.I post this blog because I wanna have some sympathy.lol.I can't finish my homework and I can't do most of the tasks well.I felt like a failure.Now, I think I am ok but I am also not ok.I am better than before yet I am not completely recovered.I can study and attend tuition all that now but sometimes, i still get bothered by the sounds around me, I still can't finish my tuition work.I am very sensitive to my surrounding for no apparent reason.Maybe it is due to this illness but I dunno what can I do to cure it.I am getting quieter cause my brain is filled with obsessive thoughts most days.Dad brought me to temple and we prayed together.We prayed at home everyday by reading the 'kitab'.Dad kept consoling me whenever I felt distressful.He kept reminding me to be happy and persistent.He said that every problems can be solved.As long  as I think positively.Negative thoughts kept intruding my mind.I have to fight off all these stupid thoughts.I hate all these but I can't control my brain.Doctor said we can only have one thought at a time.Her words intrigued me.I felt terrified of my thoughts.I dunno where else can i tell all these words because I dunno how to tell my friends.For those who read this post, there is nothing I will feel ashamed about.OCD is an illness , just like fever, asthma or cancer.AN ILLNESS.It's not permanent yet the effect that it hold on some people is catastrophic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4911924320490256287?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4911924320490256287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2617950549810005919</id><published>2009-07-25T13:41:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:51:30.821+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At Pandu meeting today, all the Pandu learned first aid from Sarah.Then, we learned to sew our badge to our scarf and uniform.The most important activity was we have to decorate our mug and plant plants in it.This is my mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv8I-iZJvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/g46WsxTkq1E/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv8I-iZJvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/g46WsxTkq1E/s200/DSC00522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362657012471113458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone's signatures and messages are on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv8IhMhjAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/LqPPRX1-B9E/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv8IhMhjAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/LqPPRX1-B9E/s200/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362657004594760706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shu wen distinctive signature, the mouse!My plant is actually a yam plant.Its kinda cute actually!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2617950549810005919?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Smv8I-iZJvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/g46WsxTkq1E/s72-c/DSC00522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2325471431177121188</id><published>2009-06-16T21:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:21:10.301+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset</title><content type='html'>We went back to kampong because my mum wanna meet grandma.Later, we went to kuala selangor to eat seafood at the riverside.This was the 1st time I saw sunset.After that, I kept on looking at the sun to go down entirely and waiting for the sky to turn dark in split second.I was wondering how it feels like to see the sky turn dark.I was getting impatient waiting.Time is more precious, rite??So. i moved on with the feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjZJIl6ghQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9fsIva3BlEA/s1600-h/DSC03674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjZJIl6ghQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9fsIva3BlEA/s200/DSC03674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347542019514336514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;side view of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjZJIaOuGkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/xpWHeQypNqE/s1600-h/DSC03679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjZJIaOuGkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/xpWHeQypNqE/s200/DSC03679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347542016377887298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sunset, first time seeing.The sun just went down in few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother took all these pic while I was immersed in the scenery.He was always the photographer of the family who was in charge with all the family's pic.He asked me to create a facebook family album but until now, I rather blog..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjZJHrGoBbI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wFUybsexMMM/s1600-h/DSC03672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjZJHrGoBbI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wFUybsexMMM/s200/DSC03672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347542003727467954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sungai Selangor, the river I keep crossing since baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about something today.However, this will not dampen my enthusiasms on blogging.Writing is my passion and I have a lot of things in mind that I want to pour out.Plus, my english has improved gradually since i blog.okla, have to study now, bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjZJI19LHLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HYLP79HeM90/s1600-h/DSC03681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjZJI19LHLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HYLP79HeM90/s200/DSC03681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347542023820483762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The restaurant.I like promoting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2325471431177121188?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2325471431177121188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-5730218169580790187</id><published>2009-06-15T20:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:05:42.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are 3 truths that I know today, the truths that will change my life, forever.....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-5730218169580790187?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5730218169580790187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=5730218169580790187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5730218169580790187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5730218169580790187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-are-3-truths-that-i-know-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-7858412845955316767</id><published>2009-06-14T10:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:00:01.017+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><title type='text'>Tasik Shah Alam</title><content type='html'>My mum went to PKNS building to do something so I just tagged along.This is the Shah Alam's man made lake.I think the scenery was not bad considering Shah Alam is a industrial area which is considered quite polluted compared to ther big cities.There were many big seagulls flying from one man made island to another, sticking their legs on the tree's branches and basking under the hot sun.The seagulls or bangau were huge so they were quite beautiful to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMhdc9F5xI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qjCJt4aGDWg/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMhdc9F5xI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qjCJt4aGDWg/s200/DSC00437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346653972491265810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reflection.Too bad my camera was quite lousy.I like the willow trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMhdAUoC8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/saZNKKxB0aY/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMhdAUoC8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/saZNKKxB0aY/s200/DSC00435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346653964805344194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are not allowed to cycle and bring our pets to walk around this park.What's the point of constructing such a nice park yet we can't cycle around it.I don't really care about the pet because I know that if i have pet, the pet will definitely suffer in the hand of irresponsible owner like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMjJS02b-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/4nBfSd99BfY/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMjJS02b-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/4nBfSd99BfY/s200/DSC00438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346655825198215138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man made lake.My hp is lousy.The white dots were the seagulls.That day, I was suffering from a weird illness.It was quite scary and I really felt like dying.I was cured now and perfectly healthy.Everyone, please take care of mental health and try not to pressure yourself too much.This is the only advice that I can give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7858412845955316767?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMhdc9F5xI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qjCJt4aGDWg/s72-c/DSC00437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-8256521154075213649</id><published>2009-06-13T10:16:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:59:56.208+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruits'/><title type='text'>just for fun</title><content type='html'>I took all these pictures just for fun.I love the vibrance and the variety of colours plus all of these are very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMbH8nKAyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/eyrJQe7c0BQ/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMbH8nKAyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/eyrJQe7c0BQ/s200/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346647005962306338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's arranged in triangle shape so I found it quite attractive.I don't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMbHp4zmcI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FToqDfH5Le4/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMbHp4zmcI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FToqDfH5Le4/s200/DSC00481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346647000936061378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fav fruit, must eat every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMbHVgleqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/afgUjfVmcDg/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMbHVgleqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/afgUjfVmcDg/s200/DSC00482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346646995465763490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;First fruits tha I took pic of.I love the arrangements, everything piled up like that.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read someone's blog yesterday.The person refused to give me its blogsite but I happened to link to it.At last, all my curiousity about its relationship with another person was clear.I kept thinking about it and wondering is there true love between couple in this world that obviously make those involved suffered.I still don't have these experiences of thinking about someone so frequently but i must admit that the feeling of fancying someone is great.I feel happy even when I see him.Everything ended when I knew that he will never like me..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-8256521154075213649?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8256521154075213649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=8256521154075213649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/8256521154075213649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/8256521154075213649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-for-fun.html' title='just for fun'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMbH8nKAyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/eyrJQe7c0BQ/s72-c/DSC00487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2163981005022201586</id><published>2009-06-13T10:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:16:47.930+07:00</updated><title type='text'>car crash</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the car that I sat in when i came back from certain occasion crashed into a bicycle.Fortunately, the cyclist was safe because the driver did not speed up.The driver was a bit reckless in driving and he was too impatient.He knew that the indian cyclist was going to cross the road to the other side but he still steered his car ahead.Everyone can see that he will definitely bang into the indian cyclist who have a long pole on his bicycle.We can feel the impact and hear the loud 'bang' sound.That time, our heartbeats quickened and some of the passengers shouted loudly.The cyclist was safe.If not, we have to face the consequences of a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I was fixing all the potted plants in front of my house, I realised that the bougainvillae's branch was twining and clinging to the bamboo's plant.The long hard branch was strangling the bamboo but all of my family did not bother about it.I quickly untangled the long branch.All the potted plants has either died or has yellow leaves.Some of them were infected by pest.There was one bonsai- like plants that has white cottonlike webs all over its leaves.So, i have to use tissue paper to wipe off all the white webs on every single leaves.I found a larvae hidden inside the one of the plant.It's all my fault of not taking care of all the dying potted plants and now I have to compensate for what I have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2163981005022201586?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2163981005022201586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=2163981005022201586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2163981005022201586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2163981005022201586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/06/car-crash.html' title='car crash'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-7356044932672554680</id><published>2009-06-13T09:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:22:50.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Over Flower</title><content type='html'>I watched Boys over Flowers last epi last sunday...oh god, I was so excited and a bit sad. I was sad because it is going to end.This show has brighten my day and make me more so happy.I love the main character, Jandi.Jun Pyo and Ji hu are so good looking that looking at them can make me feel happy...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoS0VsSBtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/p3Vn0pAdQdY/s1600-h/boys+over+f.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoS0VsSBtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/p3Vn0pAdQdY/s200/boys+over+f.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339600998586517202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Boys Over Flowers...Love the guys. love the girl, love the story,&lt;br /&gt;                                               love the ferrari, the cruise, the vacation, love everything.                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoS0pZUBzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/MAhQ6snoN5s/s1600-h/lee+min+hp.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoS0pZUBzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/MAhQ6snoN5s/s200/lee+min+hp.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339601003875665714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Jun Pyo.My favourite character.No need to elaborate much.I like his loyalty and he is freakingly rich( in the show). I won't go crazy for him as if I am his number 1 fans.But,looking at him cheers me up immediately.He is good looking, kay.He is mischievous.I promise myself I won't go ballistic for him.He is just a character....But.......he is talented.He knows a lot of sports.He is athletic and of course, very rich..gosh..(stop it la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoS0lJVtiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HFUhZ4f6iMw/s1600-h/ji+hu+smiles.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoS0lJVtiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HFUhZ4f6iMw/s200/ji+hu+smiles.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339601002734925346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Hu.I love his smile!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoS03pEEuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/UmgruHnrBDg/s1600-h/save+jandi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoS03pEEuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/UmgruHnrBDg/s200/save+jandi.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339601007699825378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still like Jun Pyo best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7356044932672554680?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7356044932672554680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=7356044932672554680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7356044932672554680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7356044932672554680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-over-flower.html' title='Boys Over Flower'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoS0VsSBtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/p3Vn0pAdQdY/s72-c/boys+over+f.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-76631654692638426</id><published>2009-06-12T11:39:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:23:57.003+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana</title><content type='html'>I watched Hannah Montana with my sis.I love her songs.This was the reason my sister brought me to watch the movie.I like 'The Climb' and Butterfly Fly Away.The Climb is a song that tellsl us to be persistent in facing obstacles and Butterfly Fly Away is about the advices that a father give to his daughter when she feels like giving up.I like Miley Cyrus voice.It's clear and strong.I can take in every syllable of her lyrics when she is singing.Compared to High School Musical 3, this is better choice.This is the lyrics of Butterfly Fly Away.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMmf31f1-I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rUkvB1lbrvI/s1600-h/hanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMmf31f1-I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rUkvB1lbrvI/s200/hanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346659511625045986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tucked me in, turned out the light&lt;br /&gt;Kept me safe and sound at night&lt;br /&gt;Little girls depend on things like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushed my teeth and combed my hair&lt;br /&gt;Had to drive me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You were always there when I looked back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to do it all alone&lt;br /&gt;Make a living, make a home&lt;br /&gt;Must have been as hard as it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I couldn't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Scared things wouldn't turn out right&lt;br /&gt;You would hold my hand and sing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caterpillar in the tree&lt;br /&gt;How you wonder who you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Can't go far but you can always dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you may and wish you might&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry, hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;I promise you there will come a day&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings now you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;Take those dreams and make them all come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;We've been waiting for this day&lt;br /&gt;All along and knowing just what to do&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-76631654692638426?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/76631654692638426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=76631654692638426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/76631654692638426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/76631654692638426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/06/hannah-montana.html' title='Hannah Montana'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMmf31f1-I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rUkvB1lbrvI/s72-c/hanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-6541603408422441703</id><published>2009-06-12T11:23:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:26:30.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to MPH book fair at BBT building.There were so many books displayed there but I didn't buy any of it.This was because I have a few books that I haven't touch and secondly, I didn't want to waste my parent's  money.I know that I am being so calculative but this is just me.For the past years, I know that I have wasted a lot of money on my braces, all the classes that dad sent me to and everything.It's their money, not mine.So, I felt guilty for wasting their money even though I was their daughter.I bought  a lot of stuffs this holiday so I vowed not to buy anything after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Back to MPH, I liked the atmosphere there because everywhere I walked, I saw books.Many people hate books because they found them boring but to me, books are my escapade, my escape to fantasy land, to a life more interesting than daily routine.I always find my life boring, even with all the trips, excitement, I still find it pretty boring.Sometimes,I hate going to classes or participating in any programmes because it's more boring. I read Harry Potter and I still found him boring...(this is crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMlS39rGMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3pb8YmCTp9s/s1600-h/a+n+d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMlS39rGMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3pb8YmCTp9s/s200/a+n+d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346658188809410754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMlTCB11vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MU30HzQfhro/s1600-h/narnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMlTCB11vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MU30HzQfhro/s200/narnia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346658191511246578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMlibJslRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3khoxW-GBm8/s1600-h/memo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SjMlibJslRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3khoxW-GBm8/s200/memo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346658455953118482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I wanted the 'Thanks for the Memories' by Cecilia Ahern.But, it's still quite expensive.It costed RM27.I saw Narnia series, Jean's Ure storybooks, classics, and self motivating books.I saw Middlemarch, a top ranked famous classic that I haven't seen for years.After wandering for  quite a long time at the bookfair, I went back empty handed.I was quite happy about it.I saw book titled Angels and Demons.Gosh, I wanted it.I read Da Vinci Code but I was sceptical about the contents.It was fiction so not all the contents were true.This holi, I spent most of my time perusing all the storybooks, to find interesting parts and reread it.However, my english didn't show any sign of improvement.In fact, it was worsening to the state that I have to rely heavily on dictionary in order to get the right words for this blog.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who wanted to get good storybooks, please don't hesitate to go to this MPH book fair located at BBT Tower, Bandar Bkt Tinggi.I was promoting it, lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-6541603408422441703?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6541603408422441703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=6541603408422441703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-6105148722819083573</id><published>2009-06-10T23:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:13:07.447+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the post I have written last Thursday.I felt really sad that time for no reason.I want to talk about my baby girl...she is not my child but she  always is my little sister that I love so much.But on monday, i ignored her for the whole day because I was too busy watching tv.I felt so tired that I dun feel like talking to anyone.She just sat there waiting for me to play with her.She told me that she felt bored but I couldn't care less.I was in really low mood that day.My exhaustion and moodiness lasted for 4 days in a row.On monday, I watched drama whole day.I have tuition whole day the next day.On Thursday, I could not control my feeling and totally broke down.I cried with no apparent reasons and I hit everything that i can get my hand on.I was quite violent that day.I felt resented towards everything.I thought life was unfair that time...I am so sorry I didn't accompany you.Every people have sad memory that they will try to wipe away no matter what.I am still trying,although sometimes I really can't handle all the pain, I am still trying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I am ok now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-6105148722819083573?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6105148722819083573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=6105148722819083573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6105148722819083573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6105148722819083573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-post-i-had-written-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3652711860372269496</id><published>2009-06-08T22:02:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:27:47.334+07:00</updated><title type='text'>terminal illness</title><content type='html'>I wanna talk about my experience in hospital.Dad brought me to emergency room last sunday because of my stupid illness which I loathed so much.The nurse checked my blood pressure and deng deng deng deng, it was very very low.The nurse felt kinda shocked about it so he rechecked my pressure again and again.The cuff that was wrapped around my arm was fastened and unfastened again and again .He called for a chinese guy doctor to check my report.The doctor asked me whether I was athlete or not.Of course I was not, lol.Then, the nurse asked me whether I have heart attack(myocardial infarction or not).This was because my heartbeats were very irregular.Sometimes my heartbeats were fast and then slow , fast and then slow again, I felt a lump in my throat!!Then, the nurse suggested that I should get a cardiogram scan.That time, I really thought that I might have some terminal disease.I was terrified!!I started having plans in my mind if I really get heart attack.This was so me!!After the check, the report showed, deng deng deng deng, I was perfectly healthy.I was so stupid for freaking out like that.We reached home at 12 something.I didn't take eng exam the next day because I was too tired and the medicine I had eaten was taking effects.I haven't take my eng 1 paper because of some other illness again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3652711860372269496?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3652711860372269496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=3652711860372269496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3652711860372269496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to jusco bkt raja.So long I didn't go there.Actually,nothing changed much there .Going there invoked the memories of the time I spent there with my family every weekend for the past few years before aeon opened.I reread Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallow today.I can't bear leaving all the storybooks untouched.Secondly, I really need to improve my english which is deteriorating over time.I tried out mask today.It was those cream like mask that we have to apply on our skin.I got the spicy sensation on my face when I put on the mask poultice or whatever.I think I have to blog more so that my english will not deteriorate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-8685429974492642222?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3051294258933077856</id><published>2009-06-05T22:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:30:16.299+07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 th June</title><content type='html'>Went shopping in aeon with my BFF today, Xue Li!!It was last minute outing so we couldn't really ask others to join us.We started to walk from around ten somethng until 5 something in the evening.We spent 7 hours walking around, trying out clothes , talking and laughing, scaring ourselves with all the horror stories and scary experiences, gossiping about nothing because we were not up to date( we really dunno wat to gossip about), trying more clothes in every shop that we stepped into, taking pictures , window shop every boutique, trying zillion of outfits and crapping and cracking into laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Si0t8xGwkxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ddob1urbbMc/s1600-h/SNC07901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Si0t8xGwkxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ddob1urbbMc/s200/SNC07901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344978854755734290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In FOS.Cherly looked so pretty in this shirt Little Miss Giggles.I think each of us tried out 8 diffrent outfits in this shop.I  banged the door accidentally a few times.Fortunately, the saleswomen there didn't bother about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Si0t84HIUgI/AAAAAAAAAcw/2EZBqNmlGZc/s1600-h/SNC07887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Si0t84HIUgI/AAAAAAAAAcw/2EZBqNmlGZc/s200/SNC07887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344978856636338690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We used cherly's hp to take pics.Her PDA to be more exact.Gosh, she has the coolest electonic gadget ever.I like this shirt I am wearing actually.It has something to do with travelling and I love going to new places,getting new experiences..As usual,Cherly looked nice in every outfit.We spent one hour in padini,lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Si0t8pqXZZI/AAAAAAAAAco/mhTlCsz-NII/s1600-h/SNC07892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Si0t8pqXZZI/AAAAAAAAAco/mhTlCsz-NII/s200/SNC07892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344978852757595538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this shirt that I was wearing in the pic.It's from P and Co.We tried more than 10 outfits each person in Padini Concept Store and we did not feel bad about it.I think trying out clothes was our new hobby.I love hanging out with her!!Love her, muaxx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Si0xuqLqe6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nqsmppkFSqw/s1600-h/SNC07912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Si0xuqLqe6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nqsmppkFSqw/s200/SNC07912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344983010425600930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in black dress.I tried more dresses compared to cherly.I love the clothes on nichii.It's all pretty and affordable.Cherly got a shirt that day.I bought a mirror because right after the camp, I think mirror is a necessity that every girl/guy must have.Cherly looked gorgeous in this shirt.She looked sophisticated and stylish.Cherly, dun ask me to remove this pic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno how to elaborate on today's outing.I asked cherly whetherI can blog about it and she said ok.I really love shopping trip like this.Cherly is one of my closest friend and going out with her meant a lot to me.I dun mind going out with her only for every outing.Next time,I think we will walk for 10 hours and we will not whine about how tired we are because our passion on clothes can overcome everything!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3051294258933077856?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3051294258933077856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-7843867309756456883</id><published>2009-05-25T12:02:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:32:24.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird..</title><content type='html'>I wanna talk about a friend of mine.She is nice.She is intelligent.That's not the point.I was afraid of her.I felt stressed up whenever I talked to her.It's not her fault.It's mine.Now, she can sense that I am avoiding her like a plague.I dunno why I do it but I just do  it.When we talk, she will tell me that  she didn't study.Then, I will see her reading tonnes of highlighted notes.Confidence was drained from me when I listened to her telling me that she didn't study, she was lazy, bla bla ...I became so kiasu.Her kiasuness made me kiasu.I thought about her words, her works, her expression whenever I study.The tense up expression, the things she told me being replayed again and again in my mind when I was studying.I dunno what else to do but to avoid her.I dunno that she can have such a big impact on me even though we were  just normal friends.She made me feel terrified, worried and pessimistic.It's not her fault.I dunno why I wanted to bother her so much.Maybe, we were not destined to be friends.She didn't hurt me or anything.I didn't care what the others say . Gosh, it's best to keep our distance.I rarely talk to her for past months.I am so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7843867309756456883?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7843867309756456883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=7843867309756456883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7843867309756456883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7843867309756456883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird.html' title='weird..'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-1419722510195765413</id><published>2009-05-25T11:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:48:43.485+07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the stranger calls</title><content type='html'>Just receive a call from dubai??Wtf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-1419722510195765413?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3802598235662546348</id><published>2009-05-25T09:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:57:11.054+07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitle</title><content type='html'>I dunno how to create a good title for most of my posts.So, sorry if it sounds lame or unattractive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3802598235662546348?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3802598235662546348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=3802598235662546348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3802598235662546348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3802598235662546348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitle.html' title='untitle'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-6111081194135683257</id><published>2009-05-20T09:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:49:15.554+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th April&lt;br /&gt;Went to chi liung park to walk.Saw zhi kiat playing basketball with a bunch of guys.I borrowed a bkb from them and tried to score.I ended up chasing the ball but luckily, I can score a few times after SOME attempts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-6111081194135683257?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6111081194135683257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=6111081194135683257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6111081194135683257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/6111081194135683257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/4th-april-went-to-chi-liung-park-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-521972443490487295</id><published>2009-05-18T16:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:50:06.861+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday I almost fought with  my sister but in the end we didn't talk only.She always leave her stuffs everywhere and that's getting on with my nerve .The problem is I never tell her because she will find the way to get me.Today, Jason got a new hp.It's a camera phone with 3.2 megapixel function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I almost fell down in the morning assembly.I could not balance myself because I felt very sleepy and tired.Luckily SW was in front of me so I can hold on to her.I could not breathe easily yesterday night.Maybe, this happened because I regretted  of not studying Maths and kept on watching Boys over Flowers and blogging.FOrtunately, I still can do the exam today without  panic attack.I found out that there are 6 students in our school obtained jpa scholarships and 4 of them were librarians.Congrats to them!That motivates to study harder because I really desire for a scholarship.I don't want to rely entirely on my parents and I want to aCHIEVE something with my own effort. chioz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-599878176104230990</id><published>2009-05-17T12:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:08:27.828+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute leh</title><content type='html'>OKla. I will keep most of my post short and simple, because firstly, I was to busy to even update my blog and secondly, I am too lazy to elaborate if it is unnecessary.I know most of my you(my frens) won't really read this blog because you are all to caught up with all of your daily routine and tonnes of homeworks.I update my blog because I want to remind myself what I have done for the past year.However, I secretly hope you will read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jogging , saw these green fruits that grow on a tree.They were quite cute, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoHbUb-lNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KHHRzgJcQ5Y/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoHbUb-lNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KHHRzgJcQ5Y/s200/DSC00427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339588474125063378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoHbqGxBBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YML-uqHysME/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoHbqGxBBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YML-uqHysME/s200/DSC00428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339588479941674002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-599878176104230990?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/599878176104230990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=599878176104230990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/599878176104230990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/599878176104230990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/putrajaya.html' title='cute leh'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoHbUb-lNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KHHRzgJcQ5Y/s72-c/DSC00427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2960135115533055135</id><published>2009-05-17T11:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:19:58.184+07:00</updated><title type='text'>J co donut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoE3j1WZWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/IjvHWoUYVh4/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoE3j1WZWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/IjvHWoUYVh4/s200/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339585660759467362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoE3XED2jI/AAAAAAAAAaA/OwlMbLYEjXc/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoE3XED2jI/AAAAAAAAAaA/OwlMbLYEjXc/s200/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339585657331505714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time makan J co mini donuts.&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2960135115533055135?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2960135115533055135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=2960135115533055135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2960135115533055135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2960135115533055135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/j-co-donut.html' title='J co donut'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShoE3j1WZWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/IjvHWoUYVh4/s72-c/DSC00353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2775640382175491489</id><published>2009-05-17T11:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:15:38.714+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sis told me that nowadays youngster or teenagers will stay awake until midnight or the whole night.Then, they will sleep the next whole day.No wonder I seldom see youngster whenever I eat my breakfast outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to talk about this but honestly, I just realised this weird habit of society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2775640382175491489?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2775640382175491489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=2775640382175491489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2775640382175491489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2775640382175491489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/sis-told-me-that-nowadays-youngster-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3738822185499644214</id><published>2009-05-17T11:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:24:37.701+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ShinLing read a book about a female backpacker.She started her journey in Malaysia.From there, she travelled to Thailand,and then to Laos, China, Egypt and to Europe.I wanted to be like her.Travelling ALONE.I told dad about that but he just told me nowadays, bad people are getting more.It's not safe out there.Maybe, I won't go to some other country, but I wanted to just travel around Malaysia.I don't mind being lonely because I love to be on my own.I want friends and family by my side but sometime deep down, I still like a solitary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL also want to go backpacking, I think so.Maybe we can go together. It's safer like that:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3738822185499644214?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3738822185499644214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=3738822185499644214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3738822185499644214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3738822185499644214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/shinling-read-book-about-female.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-7111951200538650636</id><published>2009-05-17T09:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:15:47.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'>running</title><content type='html'>Just now I ran at Tmn Chi Liung park for 7 rounds.What a great achievement so i wanna boast about it.Usually if I run 5 rounds, I am  already half past dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7111951200538650636?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7111951200538650636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=7111951200538650636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7111951200538650636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7111951200538650636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/running.html' title='running'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2378755584508801109</id><published>2009-05-17T09:29:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:33:45.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dylexic child</title><content type='html'>In reading class, I was assigned to take care of a group a children.There was this child who is 3 or 4 years old. He has problems with reading.He could not repeat the sentences that teacher taught him.He was struggling with the words.If the teacher taught him one word, he can reread the word but if it's long sentence, he got so blur and he lost interest in reading.I wanted to tell the teacher in charge of this activity about this problem but I think I was just thinking too much.In the end, I just kept quiet because ignorance is bliss, rite??What should I do.I wanted to help him but I was afraid that my assumption  about him was wrong.haizz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2378755584508801109?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2378755584508801109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=2378755584508801109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2378755584508801109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2378755584508801109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/dylexic-child.html' title='dylexic child'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-7600635326323614500</id><published>2009-05-17T09:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:09:44.735+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lady in green</title><content type='html'>I went makan with my family today.I saw this woman who was wearing green baju kebaya.She was taking a green bag and her fingernails are painted green.That keeps me wonder more so I had a manhattan checkover on her.Surprisingly, her toenails and her shoes are also green in colour.I told mum about it.It was quite memorable.lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7600635326323614500?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7600635326323614500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=7600635326323614500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7600635326323614500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7600635326323614500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/lady-in-green.html' title='lady in green'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3350472489957717366</id><published>2009-05-15T09:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:15:45.135+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Angel and Demon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShPYHTBgJTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VTZfAZb6LUo/s1600-h/angels+and+de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 68px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShPYHTBgJTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VTZfAZb6LUo/s200/angels+and+de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337847603241428274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st time I watched a 18 above movie in the cinema.Fortunately , I wore high heels and my 20 years old sis was with me.Angels and Demons is a controversial movie because it is mainly about catholic and religion.It was so far the nicest thriller movie I ever watched.The settings are also very nice.This movie kept me gripped to the screen and will not make me waiting in dread for it to end like Threads of Love that I watched two weeks before.It ended at 11 40pm.Then, we'd have to walk one whole round the aeon shopping mall because the only entrance was at one part of the building and our car was at the other side.We reached home at 12 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3350472489957717366?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3350472489957717366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=3350472489957717366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3350472489957717366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3350472489957717366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/angel-and-demon.html' title='Angel and Demon'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/ShPYHTBgJTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VTZfAZb6LUo/s72-c/angels+and+de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4134800216046002421</id><published>2009-01-31T13:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:04:51.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>too nice...</title><content type='html'>I went to Lian fen house today.Lian fen and yee jia,you're too kind, u know!!!They are really sweet and nice girls.They treat people sincerely and they never harbour hatred n anyone.They have good personality and they are just too good.I am blessed to have such a great friends like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred can make us blind, make us spiteful.Sometimes, we have to learn to let go of all the vengeance.I am trying. There is nobody to hate anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4134800216046002421?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4134800216046002421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=4134800216046002421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4134800216046002421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4134800216046002421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-nice.html' title='too nice...'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-7260214559461097647</id><published>2009-01-29T20:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:57:38.215+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYG1hn_5VTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vmARcWU8MwQ/s1600-h/My_Endowment_by_Qubezo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYG1hn_5VTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vmARcWU8MwQ/s200/My_Endowment_by_Qubezo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296714226041705778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naqib knows graphic designing.It's so cool!!Naqib, u roxx!!I am mighty proud of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/htliau/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-7260214559461097647?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7260214559461097647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=7260214559461097647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7260214559461097647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/7260214559461097647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/naqib-knows-graphic-designing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYG1hn_5VTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vmARcWU8MwQ/s72-c/My_Endowment_by_Qubezo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-1607285755959743234</id><published>2009-01-28T23:34:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:28:51.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'>prosperity burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYCKG5CVifI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E4S36npP-TQ/s1600-h/pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYCKG5CVifI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E4S36npP-TQ/s200/pb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296385012782172658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Tried prosperity burger...This is the second time I eat prosperity burger in my entire life.No kidding..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-1607285755959743234?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1607285755959743234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=1607285755959743234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/1607285755959743234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/1607285755959743234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/prosperity-burger.html' title='prosperity burger'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYCKG5CVifI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E4S36npP-TQ/s72-c/pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2512431073974199097</id><published>2009-01-28T23:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:11:09.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight will be the night I will fall for you</title><content type='html'>The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed but I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;And hold on to your words&lt;br /&gt;Cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When you're asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2512431073974199097?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2512431073974199097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=2512431073974199097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2512431073974199097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2512431073974199097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-will-be-night-i-will-fall-for.html' title='tonight will be the night I will fall for you'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2689262715502925572</id><published>2009-01-28T09:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:13:23.884+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYG22ryI6tI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ax7MeQEwXsY/s1600-h/IMG0079A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYG22ryI6tI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ax7MeQEwXsY/s200/IMG0079A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296715687346629330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SX_BM1bKG8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/7R-o4RqmvNg/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SX_BM1bKG8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/7R-o4RqmvNg/s200/DSC01152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296164113054571458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their symbol of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SX_BMuMN3DI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1LDGTsZQAvs/s1600-h/100_5984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SX_BMuMN3DI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1LDGTsZQAvs/s200/100_5984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296164111112854578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 23 years of hardships and up and down, they are still together with even stronger relationship.They are inseparatable no matter what and they will always face all the obstacles leaning on one another, supporting one another and never give up with one other.They have stay together for almost one fourth of their life and they will keep on holding on to one another for the rest of their life.Happy 23rd Anniversary!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-2689262715502925572?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2689262715502925572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=2689262715502925572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2689262715502925572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/2689262715502925572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYG22ryI6tI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ax7MeQEwXsY/s72-c/IMG0079A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4781896444254508008</id><published>2009-01-28T00:00:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:33:09.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB_UghxeLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/P8G8x1AhHQA/s1600-h/DSC03002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB_UghxeLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/P8G8x1AhHQA/s200/DSC03002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296373152093403314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day&lt;br /&gt;Went to FGS with my family.Every year, we will go there during cny.Although we knew that we would have to go through the traffic jammed and have problem finding parking, we were glad that all we could spent all these time talking and enjoying one another's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink and red neon lights..&lt;br /&gt;This place is congested with people from all walks of life.It was so packed that we had to huddle together and walk at snail's pace.However, the good thing is  we can enjoy the beautiful view.The volunteers are increasing rapidly every year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB_UmOpAmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/M60STvA3tAA/s1600-h/DSC03001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB_UmOpAmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/M60STvA3tAA/s200/DSC03001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296373153623769698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FGS hall&lt;br /&gt;We visited a rock gallery that exhibit statues found in a mountain in china.We saw a lot of buddha and boddhisatva statues.The colour in them have faded over time and some of their faces were corroded and becoming flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB_UWMSWII/AAAAAAAAAWg/BiLCPXmcs0w/s1600-h/DSC03011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB_UWMSWII/AAAAAAAAAWg/BiLCPXmcs0w/s200/DSC03011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296373149318928514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Hui En.She was a volunteer there.She helped out in the drink stall.She is the nicest, the kindest gal I ever meet.She used to help me a lot for the april month activity last year.She never complain eventhough I gave her lots of works.She sacrificed plenty a lot of time doing the tasks that I gave her and her friends. She even took up her  frens responsibility  because she felt that her friends  were stressed up with the monthly test.She was blessed with the purest heart.I know that I can never be like her, 'being kind to other'.I was too selfish to help others and too ignorant to even care about other's feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB9UKQ2W9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/NCTtSLUsMDg/s1600-h/DSC03023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB9UKQ2W9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/NCTtSLUsMDg/s200/DSC03023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296370947093584850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gigantic cow overlooking the rows and rows of crysanthemum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB9T1fdNJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2l1aGylacpM/s1600-h/DSC03004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB9T1fdNJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2l1aGylacpM/s200/DSC03004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296370941517706386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guardian angel and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYMFJ294hTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QaDyxzO-kO4/s1600-h/DSC03014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYMFJ294hTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QaDyxzO-kO4/s200/DSC03014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297083253649868082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala...Love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB9ThBdg3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/hcDCXty3PMg/s1600-h/DSC02990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB9ThBdg3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/hcDCXty3PMg/s200/DSC02990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296370936023188338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutest monk ever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4781896444254508008?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4781896444254508008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=4781896444254508008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4781896444254508008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4781896444254508008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/fgs.html' title='FGS'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYB_UghxeLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/P8G8x1AhHQA/s72-c/DSC03002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3190142640242624264</id><published>2009-01-26T23:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:43:17.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYCK9wfshII/AAAAAAAAAXg/BCzd76oQzew/s1600-h/DSC03023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYCK9wfshII/AAAAAAAAAXg/BCzd76oQzew/s200/DSC03023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296385955382199426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to moo it moo it&lt;br /&gt;U like to moo it moo it&lt;br /&gt;She like to moo it moo it&lt;br /&gt;We like to moo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds lame.. Happy Chinese New Year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3190142640242624264?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3190142640242624264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=3190142640242624264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3190142640242624264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3190142640242624264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-to-moo-it-moo-it-u-like-to-moo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYCK9wfshII/AAAAAAAAAXg/BCzd76oQzew/s72-c/DSC03023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-761319737563766685</id><published>2009-01-26T11:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:50:20.071+07:00</updated><title type='text'>shang hai siew pau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYCMmB1Rr0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/hMReQMaafik/s1600-h/DSC02960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 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qian wah.Oh, gosh.It was the 1st day of cny.Dad wanted to go to the kuan yin temple to pray before we balik kampong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        When my sis and Iwere busy looking around at everyone, their dressing style, commenting about some of their attire and suddenly, I saw yee's sister.Without hesitation, I approached her and asked her where is him.Then, I saw him.I didn't know what to do.So, I ended up saying hi and waving at him.Then, we just stood there looking and waving at one another without saying  any words.We were speechless and we didn't know how to start the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know him but I used to attend his farewell party when he have to shift to other province far away last 2 years.After not seeing for 2 years, bumping into him was a jolt in the heart.After that, I asked him to continue with his praying ritual,  burning paper money.The so called 'ask'was quite rude and more like a command instead of a request.Gosh, I really dunno what to say to him.He continued with his tasks and me, standing there, stoned and feeling nauseous.This will be my 1st and last time seeing him for year 2009.There might be possibility that one day when we grow up we will meet again...we will never know..&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYGk8h5oJGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zNg7WqDgzkk/s1600-h/DSC02962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYGk8h5oJGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zNg7WqDgzkk/s200/DSC02962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296695996563596386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-1077315472750802834?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SYGk8h5oJGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zNg7WqDgzkk/s72-c/DSC02962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-9116975308727067984</id><published>2009-01-24T10:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:02:20.948+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop listen and cling to every words that she said.She is not your mother and she is not a saint.You are not yourself anymore.You are like the fake embodiment of her.She suxxx, wey.Why you want to become a stuck up person like her??Why everytime you say something, you will start with 'this stuck up person' said that bla bla...Can't you have your OWN  point of view, your OWN opinion and you OWN personality.I hate you the way you are now.I couldn't care less about it  but I hope you will change.Stop gossiping and be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I don't want to revert back to the 'kecil hati' me but if I didn't say all these, I will feel unright.I secretly hope that u will read this post yet I wish that u will never see this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-9116975308727067984?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/9116975308727067984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=9116975308727067984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/9116975308727067984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/9116975308727067984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/stop-listen-and-cling-to-every-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-2784943626380555403</id><published>2009-01-24T10:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:55:57.082+07:00</updated><title type='text'>crush</title><content type='html'>I think I like someone......&lt;div 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title='crush'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-1600428000117923987</id><published>2009-01-24T10:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:35:15.044+07:00</updated><title type='text'>handsome guy</title><content type='html'>I was standing in front of a salon waiting for my dad after classes.I saw the barber was busy fixing a guy's hair.The guy was so handsome!!!He was wearing a white suit that fitted nicely on him.He was tall and he has the most straight guy look I ever saw.He looked well groomed and immaculate that I couldn't get my eyes of him.I walked to every corner at the front of the salon just to catch a glimpse of him.Gosh, I just want to look at him again and again.He looked like those models in the magazine.I waited until he paid the barber and drove away with his proton saga.I really hope that I can see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-1600428000117923987?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1600428000117923987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=1600428000117923987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/1600428000117923987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/1600428000117923987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/handsome-guy.html' title='handsome guy'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-5876424629904096544</id><published>2009-01-24T10:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:49:27.975+07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Well Ends Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq54BMdBLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5BN70ciTgfc/s1600-h/all+well.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq54BMdBLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5BN70ciTgfc/s200/all+well.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294748683971921074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the chinese new year themed hong kong comedy, all well ends well.By looking at the title,you will know that it is a very happy movie with a very happy ending in which everyone went back home with smile carved perfectly on their face.It was more to romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mvplt"&gt;     &lt;p&gt; Kei's eldest sister Sandra  is a hot-tempered magazine editor and her temperament has left her single all this while. One of the family rules is that none of the siblings could get married before their eldest sister. Kei seeks help from the famous Casanova, Koo Chai , to pretend to court his eldest sister and lure her into the mood of love. With Sandra falling in love with Koo Chai, he in turn falls in love with another girl, Mun. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There was one part that I can remember clearly.An old cleaner proudly announced that she is going to marry soon.Kei was shocked because the cleaner was extremely old.But then, she said that when we fell in love, we will feel like we are going to faint soon.We will feel that the world has turned upside down.We will have the urge to dance  eventhough we don't even know how.We will be crazy, cranky, weird, embarassing, stupid and hopelessly romantic.When we are in stressful moment, if we think about our spouse, we won't feel that the world is so dark after all.Gosh, I think I like someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Brother and sis just came back from uni.I hope that we can hang out more together during this CNY.I think after this I won't waste so much of time blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-5876424629904096544?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5876424629904096544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=5876424629904096544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5876424629904096544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5876424629904096544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-well-ends-well.html' title='All Well Ends Well'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq54BMdBLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5BN70ciTgfc/s72-c/all+well.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4596666582738544632</id><published>2009-01-24T09:51:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:32:09.673+07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq12l-PqKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/cwbO7G6mJyo/s1600-h/seventeeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq12l-PqKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/cwbO7G6mJyo/s400/seventeeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294744261438187682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I have camera phone, I will take picture of wei han and kei vin reading Seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I have camera phone, I will take picture of kei vin flipping surreptitiously through the pages which model posing with lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'', I will ask wei han to camwhore cause he looks so funny when he is camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WH commented on the clothes weared by the models in seventeen mag.WH and KV don't like black lips with smoky eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to find out that  a rape occurs approximately once every eight minutes and 50 percent of the rape occurs at home.&lt;br /&gt; WH ( nt the brandla) acted out what's written in the articles violence againts women.Then, we did a quiz about are you a man eater.Haiz, i am the love dreamer.I am what the magazine labelled as prim and proper with squeky clean image.I probably never kissed a boy before and dream about meeting Prince Charming, falling madly in love and living happily ever after in a land far, far away. I  think I seriously need to go have fun and stop wasting my time waiting for fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I can't believe I can have so much fun just from reading a magazine.Honestly, I really enjoyed hanging out with all of them.You probably never know who all of them are but being with them are the happiest moment in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4596666582738544632?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4596666582738544632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=4596666582738544632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4596666582738544632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4596666582738544632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq12l-PqKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/cwbO7G6mJyo/s72-c/seventeeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-416918079489103459</id><published>2009-01-24T06:56:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:51:34.907+07:00</updated><title type='text'>angry post...have keep it.ignore the grammatical errors.</title><content type='html'>I had joined ranger's 'marching' team for 3 days.At first, when everyone asked me the reason of joining, I would tell them it was because of te teacher who forced me.However, after all, I was willinf to join because I really like the steps of the formation and secondly, I was not passive girl who just sit whole day inside the class.I like moving around, even when I talk, I couldn't stand still and talk,I must shift my body to left and right even when  I am standing.'Marching' is so much fun.What I don't like is I have to stand in the same line with someone I really don't like.SW told me not to bother her and assume as if she is invinsible.Miraculously, I did.When you don't like someone terribly and you saw her/him having good time, you will be secretly irritated by it.But then, now, I don't feel so bad after all.So what if she refused to talk to me.There were possibilities that she badmouthed about me to my friends.She used to direct me to do this and that.She is not even my group's leader and there she is, directing me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         It's like this.At first, we were quite ok.We talked like normal.We went to camp together.Before the camp, my group's friend asked me to buy the big poles from goldsmith shop.WTF, the girl had told earlier that she will buy the sticks and I was the one who buy all the food cans. The food cans already costed me RM15 and  the sticks RM 12.I thougt we were supposed to share all our expense.Why I had to buy the most expensive stuffs yet after they had eaten almost all of it, they just pretended as if all the food cans were free of charge.Those money that I had wasted on the CANS and POLES were belonged to my parents.My dad had to fetch me AT THE LAST MINUTE to the shops when my friend called me to do it.I was being helpful and i ended up like that.They dun even bother to ask how much they had to share. then I can tell them the total was RM 27.I can use the money to buy 4 months of seventeen magazine and another RM 3 to buy 3 nasi lemak for 3 different meals.Nowadays, I ate bread almost every morning.Wasting RM 27 for no apparent reason makes me heart ache.I am not rich, kay.I dun want to waste my parent's money.After all, it was their money, not mine.I even paid for thethe camp, I thought we were supposed to cook together.But then, when we were about to start, she suddenly just said that she want to help the others.What can I do about it.Of course I was quite pissed off.I don't know how her brain functions.She thought that a teenage girl like me can heat up the oil, get hold of the ingredients, cut the onions, open the can or cooked the food at the same time.There were other people that need to cook.How can I take my own sweet time.When I cooked finish, I was quite angry.I rather dig the hole like what she did.Digging hole was so easy, you just dig and shovelled the soil aside.After I placed all the food on the table, she asked me clean and keep  her stove.I don't mind being called to do things by 'leader' or teacher or someone more senior than me.But, she suppose to be my friend.Then, she asked me to find something to cover up the food,after that, clean the tent and clean the plates.When I had finished doing something, there she was, commanding me to do another things.How would you feel if someone that is not worthy enough to be a leader command you to do this and that.I will look around myself  and help out no matter what.But, being instructed to do a lot of things were totally unendurable.I felt like punching her in her face.Luckily, I can control my temper.The next day I told her that she was too demanding.She apologised with a sour, blacken out expression on her face.What can I do other than to accept her insincere apology after 7 hours of trekking and not enough sleep  for the previous night, count out being scared by a stranger who weared white t shirt that opened the zip of the tent.A stranger that I couldn't  see his/her face.I hate that day.It was like the worst day in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-416918079489103459?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/416918079489103459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=416918079489103459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/416918079489103459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/416918079489103459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/angry-posthave-keep-itignore.html' title='angry post...have keep it.ignore the grammatical errors.'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4229362114905906062</id><published>2009-01-23T19:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:47:46.772+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet and spicy</title><content type='html'>1st time makan in sweet and spicy.I know I am so outdated.It was not bad, by the way.I went there with other librarians which consisted of kai ru, yew weng, jessica, jasmine and a few other guy librarians that i can't recall the name.I ordered the strawberry milkshake and it tasted like HL strawberry milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq5MHm3rlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KWcVwlR2VhY/s1600-h/milkshake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq5MHm3rlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KWcVwlR2VhY/s200/milkshake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747929779088978" border="0" /&gt;I ordered black pepper chicken rice.It was quite &lt;/a&gt;nice.After that, I took bus and walked back to home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4229362114905906062?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4229362114905906062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=4229362114905906062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4229362114905906062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4229362114905906062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-and-spicy.html' title='sweet and spicy'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq5MHm3rlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KWcVwlR2VhY/s72-c/milkshake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-5445241582463023475</id><published>2009-01-23T19:11:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:38:28.394+07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq2vKghDeI/AAAAAAAAATw/kFReNacBymU/s1600-h/DSC02690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq2vKghDeI/AAAAAAAAATw/kFReNacBymU/s400/DSC02690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745233318284770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq2uaZBMAI/AAAAAAAAATg/_LCZ_przIBk/s1600-h/DSC02686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq2uaZBMAI/AAAAAAAAATg/_LCZ_przIBk/s400/DSC02686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745220401934338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq2uXdz5gI/AAAAAAAAATY/4OkB0OhBSTE/s1600-h/DSC02699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq2uXdz5gI/AAAAAAAAATY/4OkB0OhBSTE/s400/DSC02699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745219616728578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, chinese new year is coming soon.I can't wait for it.I can't wait for the reunion, the ang pow(of course), friend's open hse(chuckling).I can't wait to go back to my 'temple' and celebrate CNY.As you can see, everytime if there is anycelebration, I will go to my  'temple' to celebrate.We  celebrated Mooncake festival, CNY, chor one and chor fifteen, birthday of the saint, 'thankful day' or 'gan en jie' and many more.Gosh,I can't wait for the lesson to begin.I am excited to meet my friends there.I wanna sing, I wanna play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;games.The food there was so delish.It has been so long I didn't go there.I just can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-5445241582463023475?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5445241582463023475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=5445241582463023475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5445241582463023475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/5445241582463023475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq2vKghDeI/AAAAAAAAATw/kFReNacBymU/s72-c/DSC02690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-3469036151291037017</id><published>2009-01-23T15:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:43:28.934+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq4cVI5yGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XNFy2-_M7pE/s1600-h/P2190048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq4cVI5yGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XNFy2-_M7pE/s200/P2190048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747108777773154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq4Zwz2y3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/qwTJi9k1e2Q/s1600-h/IMG0599A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq4Zwz2y3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/qwTJi9k1e2Q/s200/IMG0599A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747064666082162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HJ is cutting down toxic friends and leaving true friends by her side.She is not desperate for attention and she will not be pretentious.She believes that good people will get good payback and bad people will be punished by God like what her Moral teacher emphasized strongly on.She will not have grudge anymore yet she hope that her rival won't be so b*****.HJ had changed and all she want is to be herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-3469036151291037017?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3469036151291037017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=3469036151291037017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3469036151291037017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/3469036151291037017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/hj-is-cutting-down-toxic-friends-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq4cVI5yGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XNFy2-_M7pE/s72-c/P2190048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135124765505130480.post-4725229232557205339</id><published>2009-01-17T22:05:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:44:56.438+07:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq44mgPSUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-hf1IunGJl0/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq44mgPSUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-hf1IunGJl0/s200/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747594475391298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever think of someone so much that whenever you close your eyes his/her face will appear in your mind.You always keep trying to impress him/her so that he/she will like you more.You want to see him/her everyday.You want to finish all your work so that you can be free to hang out with him/her.If you did , congrats.You have a huge crush on him.I meant to say congrats to him/her, not you.He/she must be very lucky to have such a great person like you in his/her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135124765505130480-4725229232557205339?l=bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4725229232557205339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2135124765505130480&amp;postID=4725229232557205339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4725229232557205339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2135124765505130480/posts/default/4725229232557205339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetoasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever?'/><author><name>Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013270730434193250</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/_1hXe7np0ScM/Shn_sq2SzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ipAbypLn2UY/S220/SNC07013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hXe7np0ScM/SXq44mgPSUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-hf1IunGJl0/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
