<?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-30044387</id><updated>2012-01-04T05:05:06.190+08:00</updated><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZZq092LxI/AAAAAAAAArg/zs7I6pP2m0E/s320/P5270356.JPG'/><title type='text'>twinkling moments</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is but a flitting moment</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-275724879508395519</id><published>2012-01-04T04:04:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T05:05:06.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Another has come and gone... and because I was inspired by a video I watched on youtube called move where the guy took 1 second footage around the places he backpacked around the globe, I'm gonna do it with a lil twist to my yearly looking back post with a picture for each month that went by in my 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kick started the year with my dear family all around the world.. Call them quirky, weird..young and old, I still love them non the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s320/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693501814049993426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The highlight February... 10 years of friendship with my dear Kiddies.. I hope that our friendship will continue for many more 10 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s320/IMGB_4832.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693501812280335618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It might a lil too late for some people, but love found me at age 23. We're never too old for anything if you ask me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdBRF6sZ7Aw/TwNhv8rbxgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/1nwZs9THBAQ/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693501830296487426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally turned 23! Time flies. I feel like I haven't grown since I turned 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7YVH_yow-w/TwNhxE5YmbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Niq0hpQUcU8/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7YVH_yow-w/TwNhxE5YmbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Niq0hpQUcU8/s320/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693501849682352562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7YVH_yow-w/TwNhxE5YmbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Niq0hpQUcU8/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7YVH_yow-w/TwNhxE5YmbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Niq0hpQUcU8/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying goodbye to my coursemates of 3 years and bye bye to undergraduate life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDbsjEDhmhw/TwNhxQtr6fI/AAAAAAAAAx8/srYWWYwozas/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693501852854512114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7YVH_yow-w/TwNhxE5YmbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Niq0hpQUcU8/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sekinchan with a not so familiar yet familiar gang of fun people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7YVH_yow-w/TwNhxE5YmbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Niq0hpQUcU8/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7YVH_yow-w/TwNhxE5YmbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Niq0hpQUcU8/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7YVH_yow-w/TwNhxE5YmbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Niq0hpQUcU8/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ea22QuP8Rho/TwNiW1YbBkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/-oK7hA8xOSE/s320/257923_10150628258940179_853635178_18950093_6768647_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693502498352596546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking the lead as Head Girl, she took the big leap forward in life in July 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7YVH_yow-w/TwNhxE5YmbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Niq0hpQUcU8/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_sHk-RMPUh4/TwNmQS-_eAI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ipzqDLJhyJE/s320/IMG_3103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693506784086423554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;August took me to 2 polar opposite countries. My almost yearly pilgrimage to Singapore except this time with an addition ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BC8k3jX5yZk/TwNjDIXBmFI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FJrx4j9gdzo/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693503259361253458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A weird but fun combination of family travel to Hatyai in August&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-owCjeTYmsl8/TwNjcmLvfuI/AAAAAAAAAy8/bzY8J0LXt1s/s320/IMG_3335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693503696863723234" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello UK! Continuing life as a student once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a53mhVUPzYQ/TwNjwA11bqI/AAAAAAAAAzI/nz6wlwqhLQM/s320/View%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bflat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693504030437109410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dearest family in UK made my arrival even sweeter.. I just love my cute niece so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJmPqSJ2Px4/TwNku9tRfJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/aC3sUaCdt2M/s320/IMG_3438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693505111927651474" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experiencing the true Halloween spirit for the first time on 31 October 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GehKExaI3eM/TwNkDQ3D1kI/AAAAAAAAAzU/UtZm2edYQ0M/s320/IMG_3482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693504361154729538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like I've always been in weird combinations.. This time 4 guys and a girl as a laboratory group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Enw5iiJNV4/TwNlF_ppUeI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PfnqFvwrlb0/s320/C%2BG2%2B2011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693505507586298338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, a great ending to a roller coaster 2011...Christmas in London. A real western affair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDitEcOElBE/TwNkTbsZ5yI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Sxqcte6g9aY/s320/IMG_3679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693504638940735266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;2011 was an interesting year. Things happened. Things that I wouldn't have imagined happened. But altogether, it was great and I will definitely miss it. Come to think of it, I happen to go somewhere every year. And crossing my fingers, I hope this tradition will continue on for many more years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Year's Resolution: Be happy in spite of what people might think about me and just be me. I realise as I grow older, I strongly feel that nothing is more important than being content. So simple, yet so difficult to attain sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-waJKYyU9PsY/TwNhu5kDHQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/U3BU1eJ_i0Q/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Looking back at the resolutions I made last year... I achieved all of them! Woohooooo! *pats myself on the back*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-275724879508395519?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/275724879508395519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=275724879508395519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/275724879508395519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/275724879508395519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2012/01/glimpses-of-2011.html' title='Glimpses of 2011'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPKbn7jR-ac/TwNhvAJ98tI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8zvoEIVjtok/s72-c/IMG_1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5422949821788729863</id><published>2011-11-19T05:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:53:36.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Part 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Realised my writing has been sporadic and with not much content. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm gonna write about bring away from home (Although I've been away from home for 3 years, but nobody bothered).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came, I was excited..felt that it's great to be in the UK. I like the place, the people, the school and even the gloomy but always cool weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, I met my flatmates, which turned out to be really nice people. Friendly and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; responsible..Small chit chats to pass time and occasional flatmate dinners for get together and socialising among ourselves. It's a wonder how a house of American, Chinese and Malaysia can get along so well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to classes are sometimes a bore, but interesting at the same time. They give a different feel to what I experienced back in UMS. Students are more interactive (except me) but still as last minute as ever. Guess students are all the same all over the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partying? No..I've not been to any parties...Strange but true. Someone told me: But you are in the country with the highest density of pubs! Maybe I have not found a clique that will do those things with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside, I feel a little tad cut off from the world. I don't have much friends which can be a little lonely at times but I don't look at it as a bad thing. I enjoy being alone.. or rather I've gotten used to being alone.. just like how I went through my undergraduate life. Apart from that, life's been treating me good here I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, we had another flatmate dinner, a Thanksgiving dinner and it made me reflect on what I have and I felt thankful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmIzHuxSrCA/TsbTucFK-cI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BSB_VD-LvAk/s320/389397_10150359486337986_671182985_8423026_1938579065_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676457175112415682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture of the church opposite of my house on a rainy autumn day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5422949821788729863?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5422949821788729863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5422949821788729863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5422949821788729863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5422949821788729863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-part-2.html' title='Random Part 2..'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmIzHuxSrCA/TsbTucFK-cI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BSB_VD-LvAk/s72-c/389397_10150359486337986_671182985_8423026_1938579065_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4471900151588030306</id><published>2011-11-01T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T04:02:28.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random..</title><content type='html'>Since I have not blogged for some time, I think it's time for an update. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life in Sheffield so far has been plain..like plain Jane plain. I go to class, cook, do some work and sleep and the whole cycle restarts the next day... True, I in the highest pub density country in Europe and yada yada but I haven't got the right friends to spend some fun time with. Everyone's always locked behind their room doors or either not a social butterfly. I am not a social butterfly too but sometimes, I need to have fun too. This is the only downside to my university life here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my 6th week now, and I am liking my life here although there are things that I do miss back home. Realised that no man is an island. Even more when I went to visit my aunt over the weekend. The town was small with nothing fun but I totally enjoyed my 24hour stay there because of the company. Miss the foods at home as I have to make dinner for myself here and sometimes just doesn't taste right just not as delicious as what I get at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather's turning cold here. Gets colder by the day but I'm liking it. I can walk and walk and walk but need not sweat and pant. And I enjoy the autumn breeze and colors of the trees. Overall, I'm taking a liking to UK :) *hoping to befriend some fun people soon*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4471900151588030306?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4471900151588030306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=4471900151588030306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4471900151588030306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4471900151588030306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/11/random.html' title='Random..'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2707162044816711420</id><published>2011-09-30T04:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T04:46:15.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mYDsDoENBNU/ToYqi5LHJ-I/AAAAAAAAAw4/jHiJdVJeQ-s/s1600/View%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bflat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mYDsDoENBNU/ToYqi5LHJ-I/AAAAAAAAAw4/jHiJdVJeQ-s/s320/View%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bflat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658256760788953058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the long wait and uncertainty is over. I am once again back on the studying path, but this time in a totally different setting. I'm currently writing this from my flat in Sheffield on my 3rd day here. Sometimes I wonder why I subject myself to studying all over again (I can't get a job; hence studying is better than being unemployed)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, adapting to life here has been good. There's not much adaptation needed; I speak as much mandarin as I did in my previous university...just as the Chinese said: China Chinese are everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather and the people are nice. The only thing that I still have not let go is always converting the amount of money I spend back to RM. But hey, this is only natural as I am paying everything at 5x more expensive than the price tag. In actual fact, if you don't convert the money, things are considerately cheap here. Maybe I should get a part-time job to sustain myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2707162044816711420?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2707162044816711420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2707162044816711420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2707162044816711420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2707162044816711420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning....'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mYDsDoENBNU/ToYqi5LHJ-I/AAAAAAAAAw4/jHiJdVJeQ-s/s72-c/View%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bflat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3384910469205290388</id><published>2011-07-27T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:53:09.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I enjoyed it</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to a David Archuleta concert. So, I decided to blog about it because I enjoyed it so much and he gave an awesome show. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time at a concert, I wasn't busy clicking away on the camera. I was just relaxing and enjoying the show. The experience gave me a totally different feel to enjoying a concert. Maybe in  the future, I will not bring a camera to a concert to fully enjoy the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to David...He really indeed is an American Idol. All he did was sing..His voice was powerful, not once did his vocals failed the crowd. And the more the crowd reacted to him, the more powerful he became on stage. He improvised as he went along, running up and down the notes and interacting with the concert goers. Everyone was so excited and all jumpy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not know the words to every single song, but David really got me starstruck by his vocal. No costume changes, no back-up dancers...just pure 1.5 hours of good singing. Leaving the concert, I have a totally different perspective of David Archuleta now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His fans were great...They go from as young as 5 year olds to 50 year olds....and surpisingly (maybe not), adults were partying harder than their younger peers. However, speaking of aggressiveness, the younger crowd wins hands down. There's this instance, when the concert ended, the band (apparently the band is very popular with the fans as well) interacted with the crowd while packing up their gears, they were throwing their drumsticks and score sheets to the remaining fans and all these young girls were fighting with their life to get those souvenirs...And their screams...totally deafening I tell you (think I'm getting old to get into fangirl mode).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me: will u attend another David Archuleta concert in the future..My answer's a definite Yes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3384910469205290388?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3384910469205290388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3384910469205290388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3384910469205290388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3384910469205290388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-because-i-enjoyed-it.html' title='Just because I enjoyed it'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4596651970340602220</id><published>2011-07-20T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:30:28.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized that my previous posts were words. So today I've decided to put up pictures instead of more ramblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtesW_E7uNY/TiaQVdBVTMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/gl2ZRUeGfsE/s320/257923_10150628258940179_853635178_18950093_6768647_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631347082315254978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this in Sekinchan ( more like grabbed from facebook). This was my first time in a paddy field. I love how the picture turned out. The color of the sky and the green paddy fields. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHe2uXVzABA/TiaQV320GbI/AAAAAAAAAww/xLYB2c8Y8UI/s320/254568_10150326046644867_527809866_9902891_1516501_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631347089518893490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was on top of some KL hill in Ampang. The place has quite an awesome night view of KL city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Epb0WSrbVL0/TiaQV48eK4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/O-FNpnFnfpc/s320/IMG_3099.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631347089811057538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, the long awaited wedding. The wedding was wonderful to say the least. Good food, good music and best of all good company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4596651970340602220?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4596651970340602220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=4596651970340602220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4596651970340602220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4596651970340602220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtesW_E7uNY/TiaQVdBVTMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/gl2ZRUeGfsE/s72-c/257923_10150628258940179_853635178_18950093_6768647_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-7699613240365791843</id><published>2011-07-06T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:09:06.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a year over</title><content type='html'>In the blink of an eye, half of 2011 is over and done with. Time flies like nobody's business. And so many things happened! The goods and the bads but I truly hope that the second half of 2011 brings much more excitements and goods rather than bads. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are still looking hazy for me and it is hard to be enjoying the present but I am trying my best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for my internship, there's still 3 more weeks to go. Like I said, time flies. It seems like I just came to Kuala Lumpur last week to start my internship. Lo and behold, I'm in my 7th week already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. just a random blog from my office on a boring wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-7699613240365791843?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/7699613240365791843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=7699613240365791843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7699613240365791843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7699613240365791843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/07/half-year-over.html' title='Half a year over'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1290151089290877876</id><published>2011-06-22T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:52:58.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's getting MARRIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPdHutdegHg/TgFk_bjg3FI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/kl6QMUgUrMc/s320/IMG_3017.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620884850826337362" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5X9OBuM-Ak/TgFlsgp3hHI/AAAAAAAAAwY/dMmvHXla0Ao/s320/IMG_3038.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620885625289278578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first among my good friends to get married. And since it's a first, everyone's s-u-p-e-r hyped up about it. We had a bacherlorette party for her last weekend. But's she's a goody-2-shoes so there weren't much wild stuff that we managed to do. But it was fun. The club that we went to was practically empty but as the saying goes, it's not the club but the crowd that you are with. We had a good and crazy time among ourselves injected with hilarious moments in between. Some unexpected things happened but it was all in good fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO MY HEADGIRL. Muaks! Can't wait to attend your wedding ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1290151089290877876?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1290151089290877876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1290151089290877876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1290151089290877876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1290151089290877876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/06/someones-getting-married.html' title='Someone&apos;s getting MARRIED!'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPdHutdegHg/TgFk_bjg3FI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/kl6QMUgUrMc/s72-c/IMG_3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-6715075461918642786</id><published>2011-06-22T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:38:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG It's Week 5 already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week has entered my fifth week in Kuala Lumpur. And I've practically spent it doing nothing much. Just going to the office and staying at home, not much exploring done. It's so untypical of me but I guess I just want to enjoy the laid back time that I am getting here. Some peace and quiet which I don't usually get elsewhere. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cJwBw818eE/TgFjVJG8JtI/AAAAAAAAAwI/eYYl6mKFxxA/s320/257542_10150242411968407_530228406_7166110_7989338_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620883024808519378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just a random candid shot that my gfs took of me and I like it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-6715075461918642786?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6715075461918642786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=6715075461918642786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6715075461918642786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6715075461918642786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/06/omg-its-week-5-already.html' title='OMG It&apos;s Week 5 already?'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cJwBw818eE/TgFjVJG8JtI/AAAAAAAAAwI/eYYl6mKFxxA/s72-c/257542_10150242411968407_530228406_7166110_7989338_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1190846990408193910</id><published>2011-06-10T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:30:53.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye For Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 years in Sabah has finally came to an end. I will definitely miss those days of fooling around, studying, rushing assignments and also sitting for exams (yea, call me crazy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I left, I went to have some fun with my friends (Duh!). Enjoyed it the way we did when we first arrived in Sabah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtitcEOiNhc/TfGAW4R8k9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/BwydThlQazg/s320/222322_10150257842186340_605006339_8958052_372429_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616411340860855250" /&gt;Looks familiar? This was exactly the same spot we took picture when we were in our first year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwf5YM3Vdq4/TfGAXA4gDSI/AAAAAAAAAv4/S4PMDaVrfpg/s320/222727_10150257842641340_605006339_8958060_7527833_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616411343170047266" /&gt;These are the same people that I have been hanging out with since first year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKjV-TDl34k/TfGAXoEPuoI/AAAAAAAAAwA/z4rsUjXC5EI/s320/P4152635.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616411353688291970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my coursemates that I often hang with and team up for assignments. This is also one of my favourite lecturers, an eccentric person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, all things have an end to them (or else there would be no beginning right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I've saw, learnt and got to know will be cherished in my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1190846990408193910?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1190846990408193910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1190846990408193910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1190846990408193910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1190846990408193910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/06/bye-bye-for-good.html' title='Bye Bye For Good'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtitcEOiNhc/TfGAW4R8k9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/BwydThlQazg/s72-c/222322_10150257842186340_605006339_8958052_372429_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2932941757335591037</id><published>2011-06-10T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:11:31.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Phase of Life</title><content type='html'>Location: Office&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what am I doing in the office?? Blogging...after a long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I am standing at the crossroads of my life. I finished my undergraduate studies. Doing my internship right now; with another 7 weeks to go. Now the tricky part is deciding the path which I will thread from here. Everything in front of me is covered by a veil of mist. I know the paths are in front of me, but I fear for I cannot see clearly behind that veil. The typical 'what if' questions bog my mind daily (I tend to analyse things).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried my best.Put my best effort to walk the path that I want to. But until the mist clears, I guess I'll just be standing at the junction for some time to come. But where ever I go, I try to make the best out of everything. The cup is always half full; I believe so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ever will be will be :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2932941757335591037?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2932941757335591037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2932941757335591037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2932941757335591037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2932941757335591037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/06/next-phase-of-life.html' title='The Next Phase of Life'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-950167466012577085</id><published>2011-05-19T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:04:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I'm home</title><content type='html'>As the title reads, I'm finally home for good. I finally finished my three years in uni! I'm about to graduate. I'm bound somewhere which is yet to be known. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently enjoying the last few perks of being a student. Lazing at home. Sleeping time away and go on a feeding frenzy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My future path is still in a daze. There's no clear picture what's awaiting me. This leaves me a lil scared of the unexpected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just received some good news..and I'm SO EXCITED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best is yet to come. I hope this phrase is what is coming for me in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-950167466012577085?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/950167466012577085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=950167466012577085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/950167466012577085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/950167466012577085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally-im-home.html' title='Finally, I&apos;m home'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2729283533581645743</id><published>2011-05-05T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:35:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Final Exams</title><content type='html'>Currently, I'm in the midst of my final exams in my final year for my undergraduate studies. A lil excited and a lil scared. I'm all excited to graduate and finally be done with my bachelor studies but at the same time I'm a lil scared of what's to come. There's just so many uncertainties. Where am I heading after this? What do I really want to achieve from here onwards since studying and graduating are in my grasps. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is mystery. However, like I previously blogged...the only thing and the right thing to do at the moment is to enjoy the moment and be in the moment. There's no point in thinking too far ahead although planning ahead is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With 2 more weeks left in Sabah, the land below the wind...it's becoming bittersweet for me. Let's just take in as much as I can before I leave. Come to think of it, it just seemed like it was only yesterday when I blogged about coming to Sabah to start my bachelor studies. Time just zoomed by me I guess. A blink of the eye later, 3 years (almost) had gone by, many things changed, I matured (sort of, I think) and I'm leaving soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2729283533581645743?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2729283533581645743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2729283533581645743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2729283533581645743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2729283533581645743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-final-exams.html' title='Final Final Exams'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1780975506415163830</id><published>2011-04-04T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:11:00.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>April's here. I've gone through a quarter of 2011. My uni life ends in 2 weeks. Exams in a month. 5 pending assignments. Life's just treating me 'great' at the moment. Lack of sleep, lack of rest and lack of appetite. I'm so caught up with work that I don't have time for myself to stop and think. My routine: Wake up &amp;gt; Go to class &amp;gt; Lunch &amp;gt; Stare at laptop (min. 10hours/day) &amp;gt; Sleep and the cycle repeats. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I digress. I want to be happy in my last 2 weeks of uni. I want to enjoy it to the max. My three years of undergraduate study is going to be up real soon. So, no matter how hard it is, I want to enjoy every single moment to the last of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before this chapter closes, I hope to make the best out of it. Reality...touche!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1780975506415163830?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1780975506415163830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1780975506415163830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1780975506415163830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1780975506415163830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/04/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-726989313974295619</id><published>2011-03-13T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:30:18.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>The line between life and death is really thin, maybe to the extremity of being invisible. In the wake of the earthquake that hit Japan on Friday, humans are once again being reminded that life is fragile and not many people appreciate their lives. Living a materialistic life, chasing after money, power, luxury; people go astray from the true things that satisfy their lives. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What comfort can your X-box, Wii and Nintendo give you? What can money buy you when everything else is lost? What can power do for you when there is no place to exert it? And yet we, humans chase these as if our lives depended solely on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We forget the simple things in life that satisfy us the most. A simple hug, a smile, a wink, making small talks..these little little things in life are the things that lifts us up when we're down. We fork out money to obtain things that do nothing for us. And we abandon things that are given away freely. And we complain about unsatisfactory lives, missing pieces to complete our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While reflecting back on my life, if I was to be swept away by a tsunami right here right now, I don't think I have any major regrets in life. I've a lead a good life. I've traveled to many places. I am surrounded by people that loves me (no matter the distance between us). I guess I can say that I'm one lucky girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you lead a good life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a big bear hug right now, but there's no place to get one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-726989313974295619?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/726989313974295619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=726989313974295619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/726989313974295619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/726989313974295619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4789784316340076572</id><published>2011-03-05T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T20:04:41.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Three Years (Almost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week, I had my course night dinner. And it is finally dawning on me, I'm leaving this place is another 2 months. YAY! (with a bit of bitterness). Not that it has been a torture here. In fact, it had been filled with good memories. I will miss this place. But most of all, I will miss the people I have been hanging around with for the past 3 years. You see, since I am sort of a recluse here, I have a very (very very) small social circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWCv9ePGwLM/TXImDzXEC2I/AAAAAAAAAvk/uI2Nds1qvJE/s320/IMG_2218.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580564735033871202" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I leave, I'll be a grown up (which I totally dread). I'm aimless with no clear direction of where I should head to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality is cruel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the mean time let's enjoy life (in hell) from now till the end of my studying days here in UMS. I took life for granted for half the semester drunken in sweetness of doing nothing, achieving nothing. Now, the deadlines are haunting me like zombies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to 6 weeks of torment. Cheers! (Life is only miserable if you allow it to manifest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4789784316340076572?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4789784316340076572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=4789784316340076572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4789784316340076572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4789784316340076572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/03/of-three-year-almost.html' title='Of Three Years (Almost)'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWCv9ePGwLM/TXImDzXEC2I/AAAAAAAAAvk/uI2Nds1qvJE/s72-c/IMG_2218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5821687853151989005</id><published>2011-02-20T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:04:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decade of Friendship and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A long overdued photoshoot, finally it happened. The best part was it finally happened at the right time - 10th year of knowing each other. What more could we have ask for? I guess the saying 'the time will come' is true in a sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hired our own photographer; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.danielyap.com"&gt;Danial Yap&lt;/a&gt; to do the shoot according to the themes we set : At our school, at the beach and in pajamas. It took longer than expected; 5 hours plus instead of 4 hours but every single minute was fun and I believe that it is another deeply etched memory in our hearts. The pictures came out prettily as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47aPcv8T6s8/TWDHap71AoI/AAAAAAAAAvU/GTLMwQtZkus/s320/IMGB_4832.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575675599431991938" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8M-P3XO_8LA/TWDKnznY0hI/AAAAAAAAAvc/bJxpe-zBOv4/s320/IMGB_4991.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575679123903795730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my kiddies, I heart you guys. Let's stay this way forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5821687853151989005?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5821687853151989005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5821687853151989005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5821687853151989005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5821687853151989005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/02/decade-of-friendship-and-counting.html' title='A Decade of Friendship and Counting'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47aPcv8T6s8/TWDHap71AoI/AAAAAAAAAvU/GTLMwQtZkus/s72-c/IMGB_4832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1322742053853312130</id><published>2011-02-14T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:28:10.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>For many singles, today is the most dreaded day of the year. A reminder that they are still single, lonely etc etc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, this isn't the case. I don't see the big deal that people make out of this day...Ok..You might want to call me sourgrapes and all because I am single but I'm not. But many people around me are making it seem like being single on valentine's day is depressing and are behaving that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I'm proud to be single and happy with the way things are right now. Everyday is valentine for me. As long as I'm doing things that I love, be with people that I care about..everyday is valentine for me. Why should you only show love and appreciation for people that you care about on this very particular day only? It's all so commercialised and full of gimmicks. I would prefer non-mainstream valentine celebration anytime. Things done with earnest sincerity is more valuable than any gifts that can be bought off shelves. Things like cooking a meal, catching a movie at home or even playing monopoly deal would be nice for me. The most important thing isn't the amount of money spent on posh restaurants, flower bouquets and chocolates; but the time spent together. That's why I say everyday can be my valentine's day if spent with the people that I care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, all is just my personal opinion =) HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1322742053853312130?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1322742053853312130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1322742053853312130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1322742053853312130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1322742053853312130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1014242014065001106</id><published>2011-01-29T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:47:11.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, although I am uncertain about how authentic LeeHom's twitter account is but I got 2 replies from him when I replied his tweet!!! Yes, not 1 but 2 replies. This must have been the best thing that happened to me in January. January in Uni was a drag..I was just counting down the days till I come back home again for chinese new year. And here I am blogging from home =))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to show off..Here's proof of his replies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first reply to my tweet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TULykGCZ2qI/AAAAAAAAAvI/3Z0p59zZF28/s320/lh2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567278791293262498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is his second reply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TULykGfHR0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/S9Kk-nPzysE/s320/lh1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567278791413679938" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1014242014065001106?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1014242014065001106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1014242014065001106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1014242014065001106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1014242014065001106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/01/fan-talk.html' title='Fan Talk'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TULykGCZ2qI/AAAAAAAAAvI/3Z0p59zZF28/s72-c/lh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2980064210008149317</id><published>2011-01-20T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:44:10.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>First of all, why the question why? Lately, I've been thinking about this a lot. Firstly, my roommate got hitched. Yay congrats etc etc but why must they think that I'm little miss lonely and they are responsible to find me a partner ASAP. I know they mean good but sometimes it's a tad too overwhelming. I mean come on.. I get along fine on my own. I'm not angry but sometimes it gets a lil frustrating. I don't do self pity because to me, being single is great. I do have times that I adore people in love and wish that I could be in their shoes but that's all there is to it. Fullstop. No more and no less. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, why do people keep on asking if I'm dating. Ok...this is totally related to the first question but you get the idea right. People keep asking the same question over and over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Feeling slightly better after ranting. This is just a random feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2980064210008149317?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2980064210008149317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2980064210008149317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2980064210008149317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2980064210008149317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/01/why_20.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-6604623503977124586</id><published>2011-01-09T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:50:48.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annyoung!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally I am sitting down to blog about South Korea. YES! Finally I went to Korea after thinking about it for the past 2 years. Went there with my uni mates/room mates and crazy Ah Ping. My travel mates couldn't make it this time :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took Air Asia to South Korea amid fears of a cold war between the North and South. Despite all the fears globally, the South Koreans don't show any signs of worry. Instead, everyone was in Christmas and New Year mood with lots of shopping and festivities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TSm4HmVGKVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/GNmtyd46Afg/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560177655653214546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived on 21st December at about 9pm. By the time we fumbled our way to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hostel it was about 11.30pm. Nothing much to blog about there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TSm4IP69aNI/AAAAAAAAAug/PLs4KoOiRu8/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560177666817878226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day after Ah Ping arrived, we went MyeongDong for some 10 hour shopping. Yes..10 long hours but we only came back with lots of make up stuff...like Etude House, Innisfr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ee, Nature Republic, Missha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you aren't familiar with Korea, get one thing straight. They are very singer idol obsessed. Hence, everything and I do mean relatively everything is advertised by some idols..Make up products, ski resorts, the subway etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TSm8M4qiV9I/AAAAAAAAAu4/smrm4CbHJck/s320/IMG_1128.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560182144520837074" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TSm8MQx1qmI/AAAAAAAAAuo/e_yv96NgOqQ/s320/IMG_1096.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560182133814045282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I got my first free hug in Korea too! From a German guy and girl in Korea. Talking about going global.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TSm8Mux4hwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/3cVRPrmOuZM/s320/IMG_1110.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560182141867296514" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-6604623503977124586?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6604623503977124586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=6604623503977124586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6604623503977124586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6604623503977124586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/01/annyoung.html' title='Annyoung!'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TSm4HmVGKVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/GNmtyd46Afg/s72-c/IMG_1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5964506205617561049</id><published>2011-01-09T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:43:42.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Unexpected</title><content type='html'>What do happens when the unexpected happens? Usually, I just sit and stare and this line keeps repeating in my mind...'Why?? How did it turn out that way?'..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you encountered anything unexpected? I bet at some point in your life, something unexpected turned up. I'm not just talking in a negative pretext here...positive unexpected(s) happen as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of late, I got the news that some one I know of passed away in a car crash. I'm not sure of the exact reasons he crashed but the main point is he's only 24. There's a lot more of life that he hasn't seen or tasted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always has to be something drastic to make us realise that life isn't forever and life is full of the unexpecteds...Of course good things make life feel greater and enjoyable. Humans are ignorant..and they always ignore the negative things..when something tragic happens, we stop short in our steps and feel shocked because we only acknowledge the good stuff, never the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The news made me realise 2 things which I already know but often forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Life isn't forever and full of unexpected stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Don't take things for granted. Cherish every moment. It counts be it the bad or the good because that is the package that life comes with. It is how you lived that is important. Not making a picture perfect life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5964506205617561049?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5964506205617561049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5964506205617561049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5964506205617561049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5964506205617561049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/01/unexpected.html' title='THE Unexpected'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2481913456830429316</id><published>2011-01-06T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:57:52.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>Although 6 days have rolled by in 2011, I don't think it is too late to make a new year's resolution....I try to keep it simple so that it doesn't become impossible to keep to my resolution.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this year, it's going to be different as I (hope) I will be graduating and transition into the working world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolution 1: Graduate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolution 2: Lose some weight? (been at this for many many years but I don't think I've been successful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolution 3: Do what ever that makes me happy! Life's short and I'm not getting any younger. I still have a lot to achieve..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2481913456830429316?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2481913456830429316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2481913456830429316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2481913456830429316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2481913456830429316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3399025355373840747</id><published>2011-01-05T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:51:48.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering 2010</title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel that sitting down and doing a recap of how I spent my year is a good thing. Makes me realise how much I've achieved (or not) to make me feel thankful for my year and promise to make the next year a better one. Looking back...2010 has been a really really great year for me. I love it so much that I'm a little sad that it's over now...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;new year's day&lt;/span&gt; of 2010, I made a resolution to embrace 2010 with anticipation and I did it alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;February&lt;/span&gt; was some kind of reunion for family and friends and lovers (although I'm not included in this category) over chinese new year and valentine's day. It has dawned on me that I can't seem to spend enough time with my family and friends. There's always endless chats about nothing and time seems to tick by too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All through &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;March&lt;/span&gt; I was toiling away at assignments and midterms..not much highlight there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;April&lt;/span&gt;, my friends gave a &lt;a href="http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-birthday.html"&gt;surprise birthday&lt;/a&gt; just a day before exams...Heck..I was 22 before I knew it..got great &lt;a href="http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-addition-to-my-tech-collection.html"&gt;pressies&lt;/a&gt; for my birthday as well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;May &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;June&lt;/span&gt; were great! I got a blackberry..like finally after procrastinating about it for the entire first half of 2010. And I went to &lt;a href="http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-trip-of-my-sem-break.html"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/a&gt; with friends, &lt;a href="http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-cities-later.html"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt; to meet friends and &lt;a href="http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-coming-to-end-of-my-holidays.html"&gt;Singapore&lt;/a&gt; with family. 2 months of full travel and sightseeing and enjoying with family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;July&lt;/span&gt;..I started my final year in UMS. Yes, my final year and I can't believe it. Life was much more hectic than the previous semesters with assignments, labs and fieldtrips and FYP. I got kicked out of the hostel as well. But now, looking back, I think it was good that I got kicked out. I have more freedom, made more friends and learned how to cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;August&lt;/span&gt;...did something crazy at the club which was fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;September&lt;/span&gt;...I finally conquered Mount Kinabalu and went home for raya break where I got to meet up with lots of friends which I have not seen in a long time except for Sue. Got drunk for the first time in my life during house party over MidAutumn Festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;October&lt;/span&gt;...continued to toil over reports assignments etc...finally I got to enjoy it on house halloween party and enjoyed halloween night in the club with friends and cousin all the way from Penang. Was a crazily fun night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;November&lt;/span&gt;...Exams and saying farewell to a friend...There's always an end to all things and the end also signifies a new beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;December&lt;/span&gt;..Worked part time after not working for almost 2 years. Went down to Batu Pahat for the first time due to work. 8 days of cold cold fun in Korea..with snows and clubs and shopping! Spending time with family and cousins from UK and Australia and hanging out with friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you know it, 2010 is over and all the 365 days of it can be summarised into a short blog. Whaddaya know right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS After writing this blog, I realised that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;shall miss 2010 very much&lt;/span&gt;. All the first times doing crazy stuffs and travelling and etc etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So dear 2010, I shall keep u embedded in my heart for always =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3399025355373840747?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3399025355373840747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3399025355373840747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3399025355373840747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3399025355373840747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/01/remembering-2010.html' title='Remembering 2010'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4180680050701687576</id><published>2011-01-05T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:40:48.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year has come and gone</title><content type='html'>Speak of the devil and 2010 is gone and 2011 is here. I haven't found the time to  blog on the eve of new year as I always do. But I'm now back to catch up on it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it's just the fifth day of 2011 and I'm down with flu, cough, sore throat and fever. What a good beginning to 2011 for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past one month of semester seemed like a dream for me. And in total, I think I only spent like 10days at home out of the 30 days break. It's even more hectic than when I was studying in uni. Time really flew by. I was looking forward to my much awaited Korea trip and now it's over and I'm back in Sabah. I shall try to find time to blog about my Korea trip soon...before my classes start and assignments start pouring in like crazy since this is my final semester already. YES..I'm graduating really soon and it just seemed like I just step foot into uni not long ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4180680050701687576?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4180680050701687576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=4180680050701687576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4180680050701687576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4180680050701687576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-has-come-and-gone.html' title='New Year has come and gone'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-6842871994408583435</id><published>2010-12-01T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:40:02.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2010</title><content type='html'>Been home for two days already. All I can say is being at home is just as tiring as well. I've been going to bed at midnight to 30 minutes past midnight. I can't last any longer than that. But I'm soaking it all up and enjoying every moment of it :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks the first of December and the last month of 2010. Time really really flies. There's no other way to put it. There's too much happening in the last month of 2010 that I can't help looking forward to the entire month. But I think by the end of it all, I'll be very very tired but it will be worth all the energy. Life's short. Savour every moment of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning marks the end and the end marks the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-6842871994408583435?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6842871994408583435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=6842871994408583435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6842871994408583435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6842871994408583435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-2010.html' title='December 2010'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-7873723165439256976</id><published>2010-11-25T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:52:42.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Exam</title><content type='html'>Ok..Exams just ended for a day and I am thinking how I should spend my time. It's beginning to get boring for. I just can't wait to go home. At first I looked forward to the end of exams but now, there's nothing much to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a sprinkle of sparkle in my life at this moment. Any idea where to find some sparkle sprinkles? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, I just need to take it easy and do nothing as I've been doing a lot the entire semester...perhaps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched Priceless.. a french movie. It definitely shows that somethings are just priceless...no matter how rich you are...money isn't everything ( might be to some people) but there are just some things that money can ever buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-7873723165439256976?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/7873723165439256976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=7873723165439256976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7873723165439256976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7873723165439256976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-exam.html' title='Post Exam'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2030704607564238902</id><published>2010-11-15T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T19:29:48.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Currently having my final exams. Come to think of it, this is my second last semester. I should be up and motivated to study but although I'm not that lazy; I'm just being me...studying at the very last moment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far two papers went by already. Another 4 more to go. Everything will end by next week. Yes next week...which is really soon. And then I'm going to Labuan for some alcohol and chocolates and sightseeing...then Aloha Penang!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to go home. There's so many things happening this December. My cousin's coming from UK and niece from Australia. And I'm hired for a part time job. It's been about 2 years since I last worked. And then its Korea for me! Hopefully a White X-mas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for everything =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2030704607564238902?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2030704607564238902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2030704607564238902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2030704607564238902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2030704607564238902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/11/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-6254192985705069622</id><published>2010-11-12T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:01:12.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TN6MC-eI17I/AAAAAAAAAuM/kmonA0bpSYc/s1600/IMG00076-20101113-2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TN6MC-eI17I/AAAAAAAAAuM/kmonA0bpSYc/s320/IMG00076-20101113-2051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539018574469322674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(39, 0, 78); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season. -Quoting some note from facebook-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(39, 0, 78); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I guess this is life. Things are never really permanent. They come and go. So for the moment, just enjoy the season and note them in memories after it ends. In this case, ended but was one the best seasons I've had in all my 22 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Vielen dank for the season =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-6254192985705069622?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6254192985705069622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=6254192985705069622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6254192985705069622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6254192985705069622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/11/season-i-guess.html' title='A Season'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TN6MC-eI17I/AAAAAAAAAuM/kmonA0bpSYc/s72-c/IMG00076-20101113-2051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5779622969360412315</id><published>2010-10-14T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:31:43.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Moment</title><content type='html'>Lately, I noticed that I've not been really living 'in' the moment. Why so? For the past month (yes, a month since I've been back from the raya break, all I've been thinking about are deadlines and assignments and rushing to lab and yada yada yada....I think you get the picture. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not been able to sit back and watch what I've been doing, what I've achieved and also forgetting to give myself a well deserved break. I know it isn't right to ask for a holiday but I seriously need a day of fun i.e. sleeping in, reading storybooks, watching movies and unwinding. I miss all those things that keep me sane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time really flies. There's only 2 months left to 2011. 2 weeks left to my semester..but there's still 5 more assignments to go..maybe 6...I will be out of breath before I can even start studying for my finals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to tomorrow and the weekend. Plan to enjoy the moment, enjoy the now and face reality when the new weeks comes. But at the moment. I want to be in this moment...short bliss...but bliss non the less..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5779622969360412315?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5779622969360412315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5779622969360412315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5779622969360412315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5779622969360412315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-this-moment.html' title='In This Moment'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1375639936272640556</id><published>2010-09-26T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:22:42.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Half of The Semester</title><content type='html'>The first week of uni after the raya break practically flew by. But within that short span of time, a lot happened. Luckily, the week ended as fast as it started. I'm crossing my fingers for a better new week starting tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering what happened? Well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I finished an assignment but unknowingly to me, I didn't finish it. It was supposed to be 2 separate assignments but I misunderstood it as 1. I ended up squeezing my brain juice to produce another half of the assignment within 3 hours to deadline. Thanks to Ju, I managed to hand it in on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My blackberry hung and wouldn't be switched back on. And the technician was not in when I purposely rented a car and went all the way to town on a day which I didn't have any class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The happy stuff slowly took over after half the week went by. Celebrated Mid Autumn Festival twice in a week with making my own lanterns. At the second party, I got drunk for the first time after being in the party circle for so long thanks to mixture of 5 different alcohol mixtures. Two things came out of it. I forgot about work and stress and had fun but I had a hangover almost the entire day the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1375639936272640556?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1375639936272640556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1375639936272640556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1375639936272640556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1375639936272640556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/09/second-half-of-semester.html' title='Second Half of The Semester'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3604360703086210051</id><published>2010-09-15T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:49:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made It To The Peak!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TJAoyJfRqFI/AAAAAAAAAts/2jowCdoQ2bE/s1600/47930_431471605910_703545910_5621964_2212471_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TJAoyJfRqFI/AAAAAAAAAts/2jowCdoQ2bE/s320/47930_431471605910_703545910_5621964_2212471_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516954385534527570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hike group; total of 21 person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TJAopG8cxqI/AAAAAAAAAtk/NXojENmd71s/s320/61208_1611273488230_1428048058_1580593_5059618_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516954230232762018" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TJAoojr7teI/AAAAAAAAAtc/vYwD8v5GYWY/s1600/61530_1619237205127_1362301028_31677946_1580662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The slopes of Mount Kinabalu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TJAoojr7teI/AAAAAAAAAtc/vYwD8v5GYWY/s1600/61530_1619237205127_1362301028_31677946_1580662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TJAoojr7teI/AAAAAAAAAtc/vYwD8v5GYWY/s320/61530_1619237205127_1362301028_31677946_1580662_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516954220768245218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, at the peak. Looking like crap of all places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable? Believe it! Because I finally made paid homage to the legendary Mount Kinabalu. I made it to the peak at 4095.2m. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds easy?? 4095.2m seems very low but it actually took me 11 hours to walk up to the peak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why 11 hours you might be asking...because we took the longer route up. There are 2 routes up to the mid point; 1. Timpohon Route 2. Mesilau Route. Timpohon is a 6km hike up which is steep and slightly less scenic. Mesilau, albeit longer by 2km, the 8km walk is worth it if you are nature and scenery obsessed. But taking the longer route has its downside. The extra 2km of walk actually makes your legs really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At midpoint, its called Laban Rata. Here, the maximum capacity is about 100 pax. Here, they provide you buffet dinner. Eat all you can because you need the energy. I ate like nobody's business the moment I reached. After 8 hours of walking, and the mountain guides keep telling u...'lagi 500m sudah sampai' but the 500m takes like 1-1.5hours to cover! I had no time to worry over calories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Laban Rata, I rested in the hostel aka sleeping. They provide bunk beds and there's a kitchen. There are water heaters in each shower too but they don't work. So, the water was freezing cold. Then at 2.30am, the climb towards the peak continued. Luckily I had a headlight. I wouldn't be able to hold a torchlight while climbing all the slopes and steep staircases. It was a climb in pitch black darkness. The temperature was about 8degree Celsius with strong winds. I was shivering and freezing cold. My fingers and toes were numb when I reached the peak. Heard from one of the guides that she had never experienced such strong winds before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At approximately 5am, I reached the peak. The sun hasn't come up yet. But the wind was too strong. I took a few staple pictures i.e. the signboard at the peak, a few with my friends and I quickly made my way back down. While walking down, the sun came up, so I did manage to catch the sunrise. It was spectacular! Makes you feel like all the walking and climbing was worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the problem is, walking down. After reaching the peak, my feet and muscles were aching. And there's another 8.7km down to Timpohon. It took me roughly 2 hours to go back down to Laban Rata. Had another buffet breakfast (5 meals provided by the management) to build up all the energy needed for climbing down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Laban Rata, it was a 6km walk downhill. For me, the climb down was worst than the climb up. 1. Legs were too tired. 2. Feet aching. 3. Muscles aching. 4. Lethargy. Every single step down was shaky and I slipped like at least 10 times; no exageration here. Luckily I didn't twist my ankle thanks to my walking stick. It took another 5 hours to walk down to Timpohon. Upon reaching Timpohon, another meal, buffet lunch was waiting. I took my buffet lunch at 4.00pm, right before it ended at 4.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was really sad was that I didn't have my own camera. So my pictures are really limited. But at least I have the most important picture from the peak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. It doesn't take a lot of stamina to hike up. But you NEED a LOT of DETERMINATION to reach the peak. If people aged above 50 can make it up to the peak, there's no reason why a 20yo can't make it (unless you have altitude sickness).  If you can't lug your stuff up, you can hire porters for RM9/kg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSS. Bring thicker clothing when climbing up to the peak. I underestimated the weather (but maybe it was just me, because the foreigners made it with just long sleeved shirts and windbreakers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSSS. Overall, I used almost 19 hours walking. My muscles ached like hell for the next few days especially when I want to stand and sit and going up and down the staircase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3604360703086210051?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3604360703086210051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3604360703086210051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3604360703086210051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3604360703086210051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-made-it-to-peak.html' title='I Made It To The Peak!!!'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TJAoyJfRqFI/AAAAAAAAAts/2jowCdoQ2bE/s72-c/47930_431471605910_703545910_5621964_2212471_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-144600442828043772</id><published>2010-09-05T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:41:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Break</title><content type='html'>Finally, after eight weeks of much toiling, I'm finally having a much deserved break. Not to say that the break is a real break from uni work. I still have a lot to do but I'm putting all those behind at the moment. Stresss is really getting to me and it's driving me crazy...literally. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cum Tuesday, I'll be making my way to Mount Kinabalu. Finally, after studying here for over 2 years, I'm making my pilgrimage there. My main concern is that I would not be able to climb up there. I'm not exactly the fit-sporty-type of person. I did make effort to jog and build up my stamina but the weather hasn't been that kind to me. It rained again today but I did aerobics indoors with my roommates. We're trying our best to compensate for all the lack of consistent exercising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cross my heart and fingers and hope that I shall reach the peak of Mount Kinabalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The happiest thing about my 2 weeks semester break is that I'm going home right after the climb. I shall be home for a week or so. Family, kiddies..see you all real soon!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-144600442828043772?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/144600442828043772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=144600442828043772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/144600442828043772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/144600442828043772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/09/semester-break.html' title='Semester Break'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-8611961249288609611</id><published>2010-08-13T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:17:43.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into My Third and Final Year Of Uni</title><content type='html'>Week 5 just ended. And I'm already dead tired. It feels like it is already the last few weeks of the semester. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final year is no joke. It's draining all my energy. Wondering how am I to last till the end of the semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got all my collection of pictures from China from my friends. And a lot happened last week. Went out to a party. Did the craziest thing ever. But I should say that it was all in the name of fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I've gone bonkers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-8611961249288609611?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/8611961249288609611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=8611961249288609611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8611961249288609611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8611961249288609611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/08/into-my-third-and-final-year-of-uni.html' title='Into My Third and Final Year Of Uni'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-7428857741982272909</id><published>2010-07-31T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:05:57.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Mama</title><content type='html'>Ever since I moved out of hostel, I've been alternating with my roommates to make dinner. It's my first time cooking no matter at home or anywhere else. I don't actually suck as bad as I thought. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what have I cooked so far? Mostly korean food because of the materials that were bought. As a student, we don't have too much budget to get a lot of cooking stuff. I've successfully made dukbokki, kinchi fried rice, kimchi pancake and bibimbap. Others are the normal rice, vege and meat but mostly it is due to the help of my room mate who has more experience in the kitchen than I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the food that I made are up in facebook and I'm lazy to upload them here again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a Saturday and I wasted the day away by sleeping in, going for a walk around the neighbourhood and doing assignments...(lame way to spend the weekend, I know) but there's really not much to do anymore other than these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning to sleep Sunday away as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-7428857741982272909?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/7428857741982272909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=7428857741982272909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7428857741982272909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7428857741982272909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/07/cooking-mama.html' title='Cooking Mama'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1530186622506366235</id><published>2010-07-19T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:12:49.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Like Hectic Hectic Life</title><content type='html'>From the moment I stepped into Sabah International Airport, I've been anything but hectic...Life's currently in emo mode. I'm tired and sleep deprived. Assignments are starting to pile up already. I already came back from a field trip and it is only my first week. Today marks the first day of the second week. If I don't get more rest, I think I will fall from fatigue...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got kicked out of uni hostel and life been nothing much hassle and trouble. Settling down a bit already all thanks to my friends aka roommates...they cleaned and shopped while I was toiling away in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously need a break but when will that day arrive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1530186622506366235?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1530186622506366235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1530186622506366235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1530186622506366235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4674083568816609583</id><published>2010-07-09T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:03:39.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jetplane</title><content type='html'>Ok...This is gonna super short&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM LEAVING TONIGHT sobbssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead tired now.. gonna sleep through out the entire flight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. friends please don't miss  me too much. see u guys in december...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4674083568816609583?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2490834016188859827</id><published>2010-07-07T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:19:39.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDNVctFK_CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/EH281PWXeOA/s1600/34202_453841266448_513906448_5752367_1688856_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDNVctFK_CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/EH281PWXeOA/s320/34202_453841266448_513906448_5752367_1688856_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490826322320751650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDNVbq7rWrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_z9_9K_dyA8/s1600/34173_452749101448_513906448_5721228_6782697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDNVbq7rWrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_z9_9K_dyA8/s320/34173_452749101448_513906448_5721228_6782697_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490826304564189874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'll be off in no time (approximately 2 days) I been out and about meeting up with friends..maybe except for SUE that was so secretive and apparently ran down to see Usher and I don't think I can meet her before flying off. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is everywhere. Grown up and busy with their own stuff...but all the girls spared some time for a small get together at Pappa Rich (newly opened at E-gate). Although we're considered grown ups, when put in one table, we turn back to secondary school kids. I think we were very loud that day and sat there for nearly 4 hours just chit chatting about nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topics that riled us during high school still does now...talk about maturing....But its only among these people that the dummy side of us (especially me) comes out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad a few couldn't make it at the very last minute. I think the next one will be 6months away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. today i confirmed that i gained back all the weight that i lost...TTT_TTT. Note to self : urgent need to lose weight, cut down food intake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2490834016188859827?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2490834016188859827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2490834016188859827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2490834016188859827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2490834016188859827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-friendships.html' title='Of Friendships'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDNVctFK_CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/EH281PWXeOA/s72-c/34202_453841266448_513906448_5752367_1688856_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5769357609630034558</id><published>2010-07-06T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:03:41.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>I don't know when I will finish (or ever starting) my blog about my holiday trips in China and Singapore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5769357609630034558?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5769357609630034558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5769357609630034558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5769357609630034558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5769357609630034558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/07/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2353997132546477408</id><published>2010-07-06T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:02:12.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Coming To The End Of My Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDIOAd_JlUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WkxFZNN9MmQ/s1600/DSCN1957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDIOAd_JlUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WkxFZNN9MmQ/s320/DSCN1957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490466296930342210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture from Langkawi Underwater World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDIOAAEeHeI/AAAAAAAAAs0/WfED7C8l0tY/s1600/P6091360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDIOAAEeHeI/AAAAAAAAAs0/WfED7C8l0tY/s320/P6091360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490466288899595746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture from Tengeli Desert, China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDIN_cldtwI/AAAAAAAAAss/x7aB7h6f87Q/s1600/36753_406882713925_614698925_4232543_2395831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDIN_cldtwI/AAAAAAAAAss/x7aB7h6f87Q/s320/36753_406882713925_614698925_4232543_2395831_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490466279374305026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Family Holiday in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDIN-3IMKZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6EyUkf10HOM/s1600/35574_450459136448_513906448_5664373_1331645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDIN-3IMKZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6EyUkf10HOM/s320/35574_450459136448_513906448_5664373_1331645_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490466269319408018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrating Jane's birthday with Kiddies&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, 2 months is nearly coming to an end. What have I achieved ? I can't say that I didn't achieve but I can't say that I achieved a lot. Well of course nothing educational wise that is...to say the least my cgpa pointer dropped which is really frustrating (there's goes my 1st class honours and exemption of paying back PTPTN). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be flying off in a few days' time. And I still have much undone i.e. my thesis proposal which I have been procrastinating for the past 2 months and I'm trying really hard to churn it out before I step on the plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few things that I'm happy during my 2 months break is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Holidaying -Langkawi, China and Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Universal Studios (albeit a lil small) - I experienced the power of express pass! ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Seeing a lot of family members &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Seeing a lot of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Amazingly nice smelling perfumes courtesy of Kiddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Getting great food for a lot of nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. the only thing bugging my mine the entire hols is still the long overdue thesis proposal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; p.s.s FYI I'm entering the third and final year of my university life. Time FLIES. no joke. I'm suddenly afraid of growing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.s.s. i think i put back on all the weight i lost last semester. now i have to start all over again T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2353997132546477408?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2353997132546477408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2353997132546477408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2353997132546477408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2353997132546477408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-coming-to-end-of-my-holidays.html' title='Almost Coming To The End Of My Holidays'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TDIOAd_JlUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WkxFZNN9MmQ/s72-c/DSCN1957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3535638977088958113</id><published>2010-06-17T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:52:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This Moment In Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A thousand thoughts run across my mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Many fractions are of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;How so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Clueless myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I won’t wish for time to rewind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But I wish for the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For though the past holds laughter and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But I for sure know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;That tomorrow will bring more than what the past holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Right here right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Listen to your heart, your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And I thank you for being you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For this moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Always and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I shall always keep the faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS Something that I created due to a spark of inspiration from chatting with my friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3535638977088958113?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3535638977088958113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3535638977088958113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3535638977088958113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3535638977088958113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-you.html' title='To You'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1180129592452877947</id><published>2010-06-15T00:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:00:12.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZZq092LxI/AAAAAAAAArg/zs7I6pP2m0E/s320/P5270356.JPG'/><title type='text'>A Week of Nanjing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nanjing, the capital of Kuomintang. Famous for its city walls which are about 600 years old. This city is a mix of the old and the new. On one side you can see part of the old city wall while on another side of the wall, there are rows of apartment blocks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the places that I went to was Nanjing Museum, Ghost-Face City, The Emperor's Summer Xanadu, ZhongShanLing and Confucius Temple. I shall rate the attractions according to my preferences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.1 : ZhongShanLing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;China Rated : 5 A scenic attraction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it : This is a large reserved area of green aka the lungs of Nanjing. Here, you will find the tomb of Dr. Sun Yat Sen in the shape of a bell. Apparently, the architect that designed the tomb suicided after building this place because he was heavily indebted because of the high cost of building this place. A long time ago, this was 'the' place of all places. Song Mei Ling also lived here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; once a upon a time. Her mansion is still standing and open for visits. Next to Dr. Sun's tomb is the royal tomb of the First Ming Emperor aka MingXiaoLing. Here, the emperor was buried together with all his wives and concubines as accompaniment. However, the exact location of where the emperor was buried is unknown to prevent enemies from digging up his grave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZbbRGaSII/AAAAAAAAArw/sHmWFQAPAH4/s320/P6010896.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482670120375044226" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;MingXiaoLing, The Tomb of The Ming Emperor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZbalaYRcI/AAAAAAAAAro/8-y-m77_s1M/s320/P6010894.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482670108647638466" /&gt;This is the other realm (After you crossover the gate). Apparently the emperor ordered the designs to be built as if he was still living after his death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZZqSI94DI/AAAAAAAAArY/LTTbw7k0IWg/s320/P6010833.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482668179328983090" /&gt;ZhongShanLing. The design is such that from the bottom looking up, you can only see steps although there are 8 planes separating each flight of steps and from the top looking down, you can only see the planes and no steps in sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZc5w65_iI/AAAAAAAAAr4/b6hLwB2tX8M/s320/P5260300.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482671743824428578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No. 2 : Emperor's Summer Xanadu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;China rated : I'm not sure but it is one the most well conserved historical place in Nanjing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is it: The emperor used this place as a holiday villa (if I remember correctly what the tour guide explained). The buildings and materials used were all according to fengshui and myths, i.e. the pathways are designed with coins and butterflies because coins=wealth and butterflies=beauty. Only the emperor himself can step on these pathways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZZo6qnE4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/kVILpep8aBQ/s320/P5260263.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482668155847775106" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 3: Confucius Temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;China rated: unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it: This is the altar of education and knowledge. Here, they display all the tools i.e. books, brushes and biographies of all the famous scholars from the past including a bronze statue of the famous Tong Pak Fu. They also showed how ppl used to cheat in the exams in the past and how small and crampy the exam squatters were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZZq092LxI/AAAAAAAAArg/zs7I6pP2m0E/s320/P5270356.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482668188677582610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.4 : Ghost-face City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a city wall. How the ghost face came about, I have no idea. Maybe the wall became lopsided through time and eventually formed the face. There's a lake in front of the wall which makes it look as if the ghost was looking in the mirror at itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZZocHtYdI/AAAAAAAAArI/Po4-X3AHpIc/s1600/P5240015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZZocHtYdI/AAAAAAAAArI/Po4-X3AHpIc/s320/P5240015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482668147648324050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is XuanWu lake. I didn't rate this place because I felt that the scenery was already tampered with all the renovations works taking place around it. Apparently, nanjing in undergoing a huge makeover in preparations for Winter Olympics in 2014.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZZmnq6_CI/AAAAAAAAArA/DcZGhHqZ4vg/s1600/P5240007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZZmnq6_CI/AAAAAAAAArA/DcZGhHqZ4vg/s320/P5240007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482668116389067810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just another typical city wall. They are all over the city, usually near their parks. Parks are actually a common occurrence all over China because of the culture of strolling and hanging out in parks especially the old generations whereby they pass their time away playing chess and poker and singing chinese operas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. For more pictures, go see my facebook. I uploaded most of my pics there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1180129592452877947?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1180129592452877947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1180129592452877947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1180129592452877947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1180129592452877947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/06/week-of-nanjing.html' title='A Week of Nanjing'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZbbRGaSII/AAAAAAAAArw/sHmWFQAPAH4/s72-c/P6010896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-6155517327344538398</id><published>2010-06-15T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:25:31.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Cities Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZWSG65sGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/qMXzoWYXqKM/s320/P6101445.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482664465465454690" /&gt;A whole BBQ lamb. One of the famous dishes in Ningxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZWRv1BF6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/1RQLLZfZSGc/s1600/P6030963.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZWRv1BF6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/1RQLLZfZSGc/s1600/P6030963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZWRv1BF6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/1RQLLZfZSGc/s320/P6030963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482664459266758562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;In Front of Tiananmen Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZWRDS6F0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/K3WNvr7lo0E/s1600/P5310730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZWRDS6F0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/K3WNvr7lo0E/s320/P5310730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482664447312533314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Tongli, Suzhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZWQh10nYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/EMM16-B5Kf0/s320/P5280410.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482664438332169602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;China Pavilion, Shanghai World Expo 2010&lt;/div&gt;I'm back home once again after a long trip around China. Had a great time there thanks to my hospitable course mates. I went to Nanjing, Shanghai, Suzhou, Beijing and Ningxia. The first four cities might be familiar to everyone, the last city Ningxia might sound foreign. Ningxia is a northern province bordering Mongolia. Most of its people are Muslims aka the Hui people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZWP0gTmWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/02UW1dY-wEI/s320/P5240029.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482664426162329954" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;A City Wall in Nanjing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tasted a lot of foods around China, some looked so foreign to me but they all tasted good. In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ningxia, I think I consumed my entire lifetime's lamb portion within 8 days. Apparently the sheep there are famous all over China for its tender meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shanghai was really packed with tourist especially  at the World Expo. And Shanghai is very costly. Burned a big hole in my pocket just after 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suzhou was much more relaxed and laid back. I got to sleep in a 300 year old house and on an antique bed that we only see in museums. The surroundings were really nice and ancient as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijing, although I didn't spend much time there, I managed to visit Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City. These 2 places are right next to each other and they are massive. The entire Forbidden City is as big as an entire Georgetown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, the mysterious Ningxia. Mysterious it might be to us commoners but not to film makers worldwide. Many films like Treasure Hunter and The Mummy 3 was filmed right here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my short intro for the cities that I've set foot on. Will write soon on each of the places I went to soon~Zai Jian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-6155517327344538398?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6155517327344538398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=6155517327344538398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6155517327344538398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6155517327344538398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-cities-later.html' title='5 Cities Later'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/TBZWSG65sGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/qMXzoWYXqKM/s72-c/P6101445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2408603761855755148</id><published>2010-05-19T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:28:16.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip of My Sem Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QRf45jBSI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BG009-_Mbw8/s1600/P5110064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QRf45jBSI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BG009-_Mbw8/s320/P5110064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473018686709368098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QRfW3inOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/BW4tCYJLzB8/s1600/DSCN1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QRfW3inOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/BW4tCYJLzB8/s320/DSCN1958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473018677574147298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QRezVQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5UqWRqBPsMA/s1600/P5110058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QRezVQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5UqWRqBPsMA/s320/P5110058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473018668035138258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi was where I went. Two uni mates met me at Langkawi for a short two days one night trip. A surprise guest appeared at the pier. I was not aware of him joining 3 girls on a trip. Anyways, I spent 2 hours waiting for them at Langkawi Jetty in KFC and I befriended a Korean guy whose on a backpacking trip across SEA and China. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, I think I only managed to down some amount of alcohol and bought chocolates and entered Underwater World. The Cable Car was shut for maintenance. I wanted to go visit the Anna and The King filming site but apparently it was destroyed by the tsunami in 2004. What a pity. I really liked that place. Langkawi improved a lot from the last time I went there about 6-8 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight seems to be blogging night. This is the third post already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2408603761855755148?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2408603761855755148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2408603761855755148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2408603761855755148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2408603761855755148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-trip-of-my-sem-break.html' title='First Trip of My Sem Break'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QRf45jBSI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BG009-_Mbw8/s72-c/P5110064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2025090583358731383</id><published>2010-05-19T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:55:11.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Addition to My Tech Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QJvG2A60I/AAAAAAAAAp4/PAd0WYCQey4/s1600/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QJvG2A60I/AAAAAAAAAp4/PAd0WYCQey4/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473010152057662274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is not considered the latest technology, it is a new member to my must-take-alongs during holidays/trips. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sudden urge to name all my stuff so that I can find them easily (but it's not like they are going to come running when I call them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was courtesy from my cousin sisters : Eve and Lisa. Thanks! love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2025090583358731383?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2025090583358731383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2025090583358731383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2025090583358731383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2025090583358731383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-addition-to-my-tech-collection.html' title='A New Addition to My Tech Collection'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QJvG2A60I/AAAAAAAAAp4/PAd0WYCQey4/s72-c/DSC00772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-6438061295595420434</id><published>2010-05-19T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:45:38.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QGyiPxCOI/AAAAAAAAApw/Jx99U15yZWU/s1600/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QGyiPxCOI/AAAAAAAAApw/Jx99U15yZWU/s320/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473006912418154722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QGyFwZUCI/AAAAAAAAApo/v9miyjmTfIQ/s1600/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QGyFwZUCI/AAAAAAAAApo/v9miyjmTfIQ/s320/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473006904770383906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QGx5GAFbI/AAAAAAAAApg/NLMb5UaPFOg/s1600/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QGx5GAFbI/AAAAAAAAApg/NLMb5UaPFOg/s320/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473006901371344306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least...It was a surprise but the real surprise was the number of friends that turned up. So many unexpected faces...and because of the number of people there, I was so shy because 1. I just finished bathing and was in my pjs 2. I was *ahem*-less the whole time everyone was in my room.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nothing beats having my friends putting aside their exams for a few moments to celebrate with me. And I LOVED the durian cake. Yes...I love durian... after the celebration I played monopoly on the computer. The game sucked. Would take up the board monopoly anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-6438061295595420434?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6438061295595420434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=6438061295595420434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6438061295595420434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6438061295595420434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S_QGyiPxCOI/AAAAAAAAApw/Jx99U15yZWU/s72-c/DSC00767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4268736334344093284</id><published>2010-05-19T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:13:46.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Tweetering and Blackberrying</title><content type='html'>I finally got a blackberry for myself...after nearly 6 months of non-stop recommendation from people around me about the greatness/efficiency of this handheld device. Although it is just a normal one, after using it for just 3 days, I acknowledge its efficiency-ness and I will get a better one soon (when I have the dough for it..which is not anytime soon).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have nothing much to do at home ( or just plain procrastinating) I recently opened a tweeter account....and I've been following a lot of celebrities...and heck do they twitter like mad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I did something I haven't done in years...I went to play badminton..yes...the irony was I still could play..maybe there's just some things that you never forget once you learned them...I was flat out on my bed the whole afternoon after the game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'm doing a movie marathon of Shrek Forever After 3D and Robinhood. Looking forward to both movies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4268736334344093284?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4268736334344093284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=4268736334344093284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4268736334344093284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4268736334344093284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-tweetering-and-blackberrying.html' title='Of Tweetering and Blackberrying'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5674515991156257931</id><published>2010-05-07T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:51:21.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back home. But still with a lot to do.. Two days and I still cant find time to laze around at home like always. Going for Iron Man 2 later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5674515991156257931?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5674515991156257931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5674515991156257931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5674515991156257931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5674515991156257931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1562363239965684098</id><published>2010-04-07T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:58:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings that I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S7wd8euIy4I/AAAAAAAAApY/CcanE2M19N0/s1600/tumblr_l0gz6zEEfg1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S7wd8euIy4I/AAAAAAAAApY/CcanE2M19N0/s320/tumblr_l0gz6zEEfg1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457269773342133122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S7wd8NYKSuI/AAAAAAAAApQ/9jmYAHsE-FY/s1600/tumblr_kuvvipVZa31qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S7wd8NYKSuI/AAAAAAAAApQ/9jmYAHsE-FY/s320/tumblr_kuvvipVZa31qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457269768686553826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S7wd7rwzXiI/AAAAAAAAApI/OEDECUfKWkc/s1600/tumblr_kuqtatnE981qap97oo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S7wd7rwzXiI/AAAAAAAAApI/OEDECUfKWkc/s320/tumblr_kuqtatnE981qap97oo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457269759663103522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S7wd7IPkMzI/AAAAAAAAApA/GJq188p9Nbc/s1600/tumblr_kv1zin3Nrg1qa6esco1_500.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S7wd7IPkMzI/AAAAAAAAApA/GJq188p9Nbc/s320/tumblr_kv1zin3Nrg1qa6esco1_500.png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457269750128456498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm procrastinating in the library, i'll do some blogging. My cousin recommended some blogs for me to browse through..and I really like them. Found another one through my friend's blog as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveyourchaos.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://loveyourchaos.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://u-jean.tumblr.com/tagged/random/page/9"&gt;http://u-jean.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot more from these websites. I think they really do have some minor uplifting effect on me by giving me something to think about (other than assignments and deadlines and assignments)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1562363239965684098?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1562363239965684098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1562363239965684098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1562363239965684098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1562363239965684098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/04/somethings-that-i-like.html' title='Somethings that I like'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S7wd8euIy4I/AAAAAAAAApY/CcanE2M19N0/s72-c/tumblr_l0gz6zEEfg1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-7838506030948500314</id><published>2010-04-03T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:59:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals is Coming</title><content type='html'>I'm entering the last week of the semester. Time just flashed by. A quarter of the year has come and gone now. I'am at the end of my 2nd year in university. Soon, I'll be in my final year doing my thesis.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it's almost my final week, assignments are still mountain high. I've been spending a few of my weekends cooped up in the library for internet access to finish up my assignments (although it is also a temptation to facebook and youtube, blame it on the lack of internet access). I'm so stressed up that I've been acting weird. I refused to do anything productive (finishing assignments) for the past 3 nights. All I did was play Chuzzle and Bejeweled and drama-marathoning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of late, I've have a lot of temptations for materialistic wants. The biggest of them all has to be Blackberry...Most of my relatives have BB. I'm about to be persuaded to own one. The only thing stopping me now is $$$ and I just got my current phone about a year ago. And I want to go on holidays too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A month from now, I'll be home...I seriously need to catch up on my sleep. I've been deprive of sleep for the entire semester now that I look like a panda with huge dark circles, but the chances are highly impossible with friends coming over to Penang for holidays. Yes, I'll be the tour guide again. I've been tour guiding every single semester break. I'm actually sick of the tourist spots in Penang, and I can actually memorise all the history related to those places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays, come to me ASAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-7838506030948500314?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/7838506030948500314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=7838506030948500314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7838506030948500314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7838506030948500314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/04/finals-is-coming.html' title='Finals is Coming'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3850080541598192585</id><published>2010-03-25T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:45:34.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>still busy. think will be so till the end of the semester which is just 2 weeks away. then it's my finals. will be going home on the 5th of may. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current state of mind...is to go home ASAP. very very tired mentally and physically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need a break from all these madness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3850080541598192585?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3850080541598192585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3850080541598192585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3850080541598192585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3850080541598192585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-8023141268784193270</id><published>2010-03-08T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:16:13.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>The title speaks for itself. B-U-S-Y!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current condition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost burned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-8023141268784193270?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/8023141268784193270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=8023141268784193270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8023141268784193270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8023141268784193270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-8307093688441352710</id><published>2010-02-24T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:31:58.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post CNY</title><content type='html'>Back in uni for about 2 days...I should be doing my assignments or studying at this moment but instead, here I am blogging...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just took a mid term yesterday..and assignments due tomorrow + quiz. I don't know which to prioritize more. WTF...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday's exam was the worst one ever because the amount of studying I did was ZERO. Could some one just hit me on my head? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-8307093688441352710?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/8307093688441352710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=8307093688441352710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8307093688441352710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8307093688441352710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-cny.html' title='Post CNY'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2289135369258475789</id><published>2010-02-20T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:25:30.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Sightseeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Some of the places that I took my coursemates from university to during their short visit to Penang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Destination No 4: Khoo Kongsi, Armenian Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Comments : I actually like this place a lot. The carvings and statues and drawings are classically old with a tinge of old China nostalgia. Each and every carving of animals, deities and drawings carries a meaning and have functions of their own, usually to ward of evil or as a sort of advice to the mortals on Earth. At night, when the lights are turned on, the place looks like a shimmering golden house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Entrance fee : RM 5 or RM 1 for students and children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number of times visiting : Since Dec 08 till now....5X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xsqSsvLI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yox3kbgZQps/s1600-h/P2190415.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xsqSsvLI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yox3kbgZQps/s320/P2190415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440262255711927474" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Destination No 3: Pinang Peranakan House aka Green Mansion, Church Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Comment : This place is also very special. Just newly opened last year. My second time here. I expect to step my feet inside this place for many more times, not because I love it but because I have to bring someone visiting Penang here. This house belong to an old man from China (which I forgot the name) and currently owned by some antique collector. All the walls, doors, floors are restored to their original glory. The antique pieces belong to the current owner. There are a lot of displays showing the past and evolving culture of the Baba and Nyonya living in Penang. The famous Singaporean drama series Little Nyonya was filmed here as well. For those that have no inkling about Baba and Nyonya and Chinese home architecture should pay this place a little visit. Another similar house in Penang would be the Blue Mansion aka Cheong Fatt Tze on Leith Street. The house is a good place for understanding chinese architecture combined with feng shui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Entrance fee : RM 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number of times visiting : 2X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xr6O_t0I/AAAAAAAAAow/6JJYcvmGcek/s1600-h/P2190413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xr6O_t0I/AAAAAAAAAow/6JJYcvmGcek/s320/P2190413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440262242811492162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Destination No 2 : Kek Lok Si Temple, Air Itam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comment : For me, I only come here during CNY celebrations because of the lightings. At night the scenery is good and the newly built Kuan Yim statue behind the Pagoda is a good visit as well. What I hate about this place is that there is only one way up to the temple and it is always jammed during CNY. I drove my friends here at about 11.30pm and the jam was still horrible and the lights are off at 12 midnight. That only left us 20mins to look around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entrance fee : Free to certain areas, Access to certain areas would cost RM2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of times visiting : Lost count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xrVEHLKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/A7WbnvCCmeY/s1600-h/P2180399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xrVEHLKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/A7WbnvCCmeY/s320/P2180399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440262232833731746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Destination No 1: Penang Butterfly Farm, Teluk Bahang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comment : If you like insects and butterflies and reptiles, this is the place to visit. They have scorpions, mandarin ducks, turtles, insects and many many butterflies flutting around near you. If you smell like a flower, the butterfly might even make you as its pit stop. If you like insect photography you should come too. Although my photography skill aren't superb, the pictures of butterflies below are captured by moi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entrance fee : RM 10 for Malaysians and Retirees. RM 20 for foreigners. I forgot the price for children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of times visiting : Lost count. But from Dec O8 till now I think maybe 4X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xqipkhfI/AAAAAAAAAog/xNnfLhG9Eb4/s1600-h/P2180371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xqipkhfI/AAAAAAAAAog/xNnfLhG9Eb4/s320/P2180371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440262219300636146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xqNSZGsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Sbz3GfV01eU/s1600-h/P2180356.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xqNSZGsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Sbz3GfV01eU/s1600-h/P2180356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xqNSZGsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Sbz3GfV01eU/s320/P2180356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440262213566274242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These places, I didn't rank them. I just arrange them according to the sequence that I visited them. So friends (or strangers) reading this, have you been to these places eventhough you are a Penangite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2289135369258475789?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2289135369258475789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2289135369258475789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2289135369258475789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2289135369258475789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-sightseeing.html' title='Chinese New Year Sightseeing'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-xsqSsvLI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yox3kbgZQps/s72-c/P2190415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1401808401733296557</id><published>2010-02-20T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:50:32.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-vd39j2zI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cAg1UcCgFSI/s1600-h/27214_352591626448_513906448_4612572_8159758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-vd39j2zI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cAg1UcCgFSI/s320/27214_352591626448_513906448_4612572_8159758_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440259802660068146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-vdUGV4zI/AAAAAAAAAoI/woWKHKpu6bs/s1600-h/27214_352677686448_513906448_4613048_4789562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-vdUGV4zI/AAAAAAAAAoI/woWKHKpu6bs/s320/27214_352677686448_513906448_4613048_4789562_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440259793033225010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think my new year celebrations have finally ended..or at least it should end so that I can concentrate on completing my assignments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I done so far? The usual...eating a lot (seriously a lot) and gambling (only once). So far I've had chinese new year dishes, steamboat, japanese food, hawker food, german food and many more. The list is ended. I'm amazed at my tummy's capability to input so much within one week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-vdC1EpLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9nzw9M7xEsI/s1600-h/27214_352677671448_513906448_4613047_4802012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-vdC1EpLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9nzw9M7xEsI/s320/27214_352677671448_513906448_4613047_4802012_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440259788397388978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent time with friends and family and also enjoyed myself sightseeing with uni mates. Went to my worst club night ever too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I have NOT done and should be doing are my assignments and studying. I keep on rambling and reminding myself to do it but my willpower isn't strong enough for me to stick my butt down to start doing any serious work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1401808401733296557?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1401808401733296557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1401808401733296557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1401808401733296557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1401808401733296557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-year.html' title='My New Year...'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/S3-vd39j2zI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cAg1UcCgFSI/s72-c/27214_352591626448_513906448_4612572_8159758_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-9209299510853139694</id><published>2010-02-16T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:53:15.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 2 in 1</title><content type='html'>Watched Valentine's Day and All's Well Ends Well 2010 today. The cinema ticketing counter queue was sooooo loooonnggg.. from the time I arrived to collect tickets for the first movie and when I left after 2 movies and dinner and some story book hunting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's Day had so many top stars acting in it. And I like how they portrayed how people perceive Valentine's Day and Love. Sometimes love just happens. But Sometimes when you thought it was there all this time but it actually wasn't. Quoting V Day 'You don't step into love. You fall head over heels in love'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for All's Well Ends Well 2010...In my opinion, it is just the typical chinese new year movie that is churned out by the HK Film Industry year after year. Gives you some good laughs and you forget about it after new year's over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually looking forward to watch Hot Summer Days but I think that would have to wait till I go back to Land Beneath The Wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm dreading is also..going back because then I would have to face reality of mid terms and dead lines. My work progress so far is 0%. And half of my hols are gone. DAMN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-9209299510853139694?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/9209299510853139694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=9209299510853139694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/9209299510853139694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/9209299510853139694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-2-in-1.html' title='Another 2 in 1'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1647372163365010880</id><published>2010-02-14T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:32:26.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Celebration...Double Happiness</title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!  and not forgetting....HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not celebrating valentine's but it's also an occasion note worthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys and girls....enjoy yourself to the max...before normal daily live activities resume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1647372163365010880?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1647372163365010880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1647372163365010880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1647372163365010880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1647372163365010880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/02/double-celebrationdouble-happiness.html' title='Double Celebration...Double Happiness'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4773237139387840243</id><published>2010-01-23T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:13:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come CNY</title><content type='html'>I'm back again.In the fourth week of the semester..going into the fifth week. 20 days back in sabah but another 20 days to go home for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying mode is still not sinking in. All I've been thinking about is to go home and meet up with my friends and family during the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun doesn't shine when I need it to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4773237139387840243?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4773237139387840243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=4773237139387840243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4773237139387840243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4773237139387840243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/01/come-cny.html' title='Come CNY'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-8708287578854140595</id><published>2010-01-06T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:38:29.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Year Second Sem</title><content type='html'>Things kicked off nicely for me. Had loads of laughs with my friends before we all left for uni. I have loads to blog about my semester break but time does not allow. Maybe during my chinese new year break in a month's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to pile up. All due before chinese new year...dang it. Internet is going be difficult for me again. But since I came back on Sunday, I've managed about an hour of internet daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-8708287578854140595?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/8708287578854140595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=8708287578854140595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8708287578854140595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8708287578854140595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-year-second-sem.html' title='Second Year Second Sem'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1919092337894328146</id><published>2010-01-01T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:18:47.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>010110</title><content type='html'>The new year has arrived...My resolution&gt;&gt;EMBRACE IT with anticipation! Bring it on 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1919092337894328146?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1919092337894328146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1919092337894328146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1919092337894328146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1919092337894328146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2010/01/010110.html' title='010110'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3606357228988004584</id><published>2009-12-18T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:53:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frohe Weinachten</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!! Season of love and joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual fact, I've not really celebrated Christmas before. Just dinner on the eve together with friends and family. Then loiter around trying to figure out where to spend the rest of the night till midnight. Sad but true, although it's does not sound as boring as mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this X-mas, what I truly want is not any material presents. Deep down, all I want is just warmth, honesty and sharing the joy of love and sharing. Cuddling in bed with my blankie with a book in hand or watching Christmas movies doesn't seem like a bad idea as well (minus the crowd and save $$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I grow older, the people that I've come to meet is not as what they seem anymore. This might sound like a pessimist speaking but time and time again circumstances have proven me right. One minute they're telling you one thing and the next, they're sneaking behind your back and twisting whatever things that they've said. Why do I say so? Someone knocked my car yesterday and told me 'I'll bear full responsibility for all the damages that I've done etc etc' and within 24 hours, she's making her way to the police station to make a report and ignored me all the way. Secondly, someone picked up my brother's mobile and decided to stand by finder's keeper's principle. Pity my bro. He worked so hard to get that phone. Why can't just some people give back what isn't theirs to keep? And I don't just mean mobiles...it can be anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's past is past. I believe that this will all be a good lesson to learn. Never to so easily trust people anymore. It's no wonder that the world is becoming more selfish...just to protect themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm looking forward to watching Sherlock Holmes and Avatar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3606357228988004584?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3606357228988004584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3606357228988004584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3606357228988004584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3606357228988004584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/12/frohe-weinachten.html' title='Frohe Weinachten'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-276292358197731564</id><published>2009-12-14T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:36:48.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trois Semaines</title><content type='html'>21 days of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days of touring penang&lt;br /&gt;5 meals a day&lt;br /&gt;3 hikes around penang&lt;br /&gt;3 birthday parties&lt;br /&gt;a trip down to kl&lt;br /&gt;And nearly daily shopping but total harvest is disappointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight gain - unknown due to fear of knowing the fact that I've gained weight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-276292358197731564?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/276292358197731564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=276292358197731564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/276292358197731564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/276292358197731564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/12/trois-semaines.html' title='Trois Semaines'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3762343352155279400</id><published>2009-11-30T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:46:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Unknowingly, I've kept this blog for the past 4 years. Surprise surprise. I thought blogging for me was just going to be a fad which will soon fade but I stuck through it for 4 years albeit blogging less often than I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is coming to an end. A new arriving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent spring cleaning yet again. But I am still not done with it and once I cleared something, I find that I lost something in the process. Now, I'm pissed off because I can't seem to find my Ipod cable. Shucks loads. So much for spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas Wish List (Ranked according to importance) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good exam results? I don't wanna flunk any!&lt;br /&gt;New Clothes..lots of them&lt;br /&gt;Laptop Bag&lt;br /&gt;A new external harddisk&lt;br /&gt;New pair of trainers&lt;br /&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns (I know this book came out some time ago)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3762343352155279400?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3762343352155279400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3762343352155279400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3762343352155279400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3762343352155279400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5514704020989440795</id><published>2009-11-23T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:54:17.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunei</title><content type='html'>YES, I'M BACK IN PENANG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Brunei before coming back. If I can describe Brunei in a sentence, it would be : Brunei has seen better days and I cross it out of my holiday destination in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense meant but I just spent 24 hours there but I've seen what I needed to see. So, can you imagine Brunei. Don't get me wrong. It's not really like jungles and everything, just that there is no zest there that attracts. Car lovers might love it there though. Cars are cheap. You see lots of cars rolling around that you don't often see at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SwpqLsaW3NI/AAAAAAAAAng/mcUCUlCCYdU/s1600/PB210196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SwpqLsaW3NI/AAAAAAAAAng/mcUCUlCCYdU/s320/PB210196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407251051744517330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest attraction of all is the run-down Jerudong Theme Park. Such a beautiful place but in such a pitiful state.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SwpqL7jo33I/AAAAAAAAAno/XDjh_aL_7kk/s1600/PB210210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SwpqL7jo33I/AAAAAAAAAno/XDjh_aL_7kk/s320/PB210210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407251055809978226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Sultan driving by when I was at the theme park. I saw the prince driving past my car as well but it was so tinted that you can't see anything. The royalties drive their own car unless its a formal occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmpphh...not much to say since I didn't do much except driving around to see the entire Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week in Penang. Nothing much...Unpacking (behind schedule already) and catching up with friends and watching New Moon. Tomorrow it's back to unpacking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5514704020989440795?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5514704020989440795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5514704020989440795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5514704020989440795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5514704020989440795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/11/brunei.html' title='Brunei'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SwpqLsaW3NI/AAAAAAAAAng/mcUCUlCCYdU/s72-c/PB210196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5779484919614091552</id><published>2009-10-21T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:11:18.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/St6JKO2mTrI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/mD4B4yJepIc/s1600-h/PA170208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/St6JKO2mTrI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/mD4B4yJepIc/s320/PA170208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394900212515229362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/St6JKo1-__I/AAAAAAAAAnY/3ZXbV8EaPg8/s1600-h/PA170234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/St6JKo1-__I/AAAAAAAAAnY/3ZXbV8EaPg8/s320/PA170234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394900219491975154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reporter Persona&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, 6 Hong Kong stars appeared in 1 Borneo to attend a fans meeting and the gala dinner premier of the highly anticipated drama. The mall was crowded with fans of all ages and from all races (1 Malaysia??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The press were busy snapping pictures (so do I).  The 6 stars looked beau and belle. Each took the courtesy to learn a few phrases of Bahasa Malaysia while being interviewed on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a lookout for the drama as you can spot all the tourism places in Sabah (maybe my face? spot UMS too!).This drama shall enthrall your minds with its strong cast and watch out for the comebacks like Lu Liang Wei and Gallen Lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;I personally saw a bit of the first two episodes during the gala dinner although i didn't get the chance to eat. The drama does seem interesting from the very first episode. Maybe I'll watch it. But honestly, I'm just trying to spot my face or my uni or my uni mates' faces in the drama. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5779484919614091552?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5779484919614091552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5779484919614091552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5779484919614091552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5779484919614091552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/10/born-rich.html' title='Born Rich'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/St6JKO2mTrI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/mD4B4yJepIc/s72-c/PA170208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2508292266874567903</id><published>2009-10-15T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:30:02.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Always Keep The Faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2508292266874567903?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2508292266874567903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2508292266874567903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2508292266874567903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2508292266874567903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/10/tears_15.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1863131605024772803</id><published>2009-10-05T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:39:11.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guten Tag / Bonjour</title><content type='html'>Just came back from listening to a talk given by the French Embassy about furthering studies in France....hmmppphh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I came to UMS, I've been taking French. Now, I'm confusing my french with my german. Keine achnung. Tu prends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 weeks to the end of the semester. Life is getting tougher. Studies are also getting tougher by the day. Would I be able to make it through? I seem to be getting out of my mind..Stressing myself out and denke too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu caught up with me. Still trying very hard to get rid of it. Consolation ? Rest assured that during final examinations, I won't be falling sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1863131605024772803?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1863131605024772803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1863131605024772803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1863131605024772803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1863131605024772803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/10/guten-tag-bonjour.html' title='Guten Tag / Bonjour'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-589759919352022984</id><published>2009-09-28T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:52:02.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again &amp; Again</title><content type='html'>Helloo from Singapore ya all...its 12.45am...and I'm still wide awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmpphhh....guess how I spent my Raya Holidays here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived Friday 18/9 - Nothing much&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 19/9 - Batam Island (Pictures coming soon)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 20/9 - Back from Batam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the best part&lt;br /&gt;Monday - WINDOW Shopping in orchard, back home dinner, online, sleep&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Today- Wake up=online, eat, online, assignment, online, assignment, online, eat, online assignment, online.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's the way I spent the entire hols. Hurray for me. Officially a nerd now. My eyes seem to be a lil problematic because I stare at the monitor for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much have I achieved/managed to finished? Not even 50% of my workload as I spent 80% of my time watching youtube or reading some useless e-news rather than rushing my assignments. Kudos to ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departing Singapore in 3 days' time and still so much to do. And still much more coming when I go back to uni. So dreading the day I leave here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Internet is evil (Lack of self control 99%)&lt;br /&gt;Nae Ga Mi Cheo (I'm crazy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-589759919352022984?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/589759919352022984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=589759919352022984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/589759919352022984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/589759919352022984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/09/again-again.html' title='Again &amp; Again'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5106914539243151030</id><published>2009-09-05T15:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:10:43.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with Yet Another Celebrity Sighting</title><content type='html'>Most of you ( that I sms-ed) would already know by now that the latest celebrity that I saw in Sabah is SS501. For those that do not know them, SS501 is a 5 member boy group from Korea. The leader is the second male lead in Boys Over Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't go online for the past 2 weeks, I wasn't very updated about whose coming to Sabah. All thanks to Ju, I got to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short(you wouldn't be interested to know how I found out and how fast I tried looking for a rental car), my friends and I spent an hour plus driving around KK town to look for them. But they were no where to be sighted. So, we finally gave up and decided to go to a korean restaurant that we always frequent for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the restaurant, there were a bunch of tourist like people at the entrance. We sensed that something was wrong. One friend went down to check out the restaurant. She went and came running out and waved and we knew we found SS501. (very blood vomiting effort trying to look for them around Sabah when they were all along having dinner at the place we wanted to eat at).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down for dinner, started sms-ing my friends telling them that I was in the same restaurant as SS501. As I was busy answering phone calls, my friends were already busy looking at them. The first person that I recognised was Hyun Joong as he was facing the door where we stood. Second person I recognised was Kyu Joong. Third person was Hyung Joon. Sorry to the other 2 members but I only got a glimpse of their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the 3 persons' faces that I think that they looked manlier but beatiful at the same time. I'm not a big fan of them as I think that from their music videos and pictures that they are too girlish but they arae nothing like that in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to my friends that saw all 5 of them, all in unison agreed that real life person better than watching on screen. All 5 had really small faces and all 5 are really really thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many fans were there. Maybe about 15 including me and my 3 friends. Yes..that little fans. The 5 guys were all but a meter away from me. I even said bye-bye to Hyung Joon which he replied. Hahahaha...I know die hard fans would kill for this oppurtunity. They didn't have their managers or bodyguards excort them to the WC or protecting from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are curious. This is their picture(not the most flattering one. if interested just google them up)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SqMnuBP1YtI/AAAAAAAAAnI/gD70P097tas/s1600-h/ss501-collection1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SqMnuBP1YtI/AAAAAAAAAnI/gD70P097tas/s320/ss501-collection1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378186051572818642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left : Hyung Joon, Young Saeng, Hyun Joong, Kyu Joong, Joong Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which celebrity is next. First we had Solbi, then a lot of TVB artists then SS501. Friend of a friend said they saw Aaron Kwok during our semester break. Whose next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5106914539243151030?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5106914539243151030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5106914539243151030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5106914539243151030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5106914539243151030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-with-yet-another-celebrity.html' title='Back with Yet Another Celebrity Sighting'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SqMnuBP1YtI/AAAAAAAAAnI/gD70P097tas/s72-c/ss501-collection1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1427199516484605851</id><published>2009-08-19T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:38:58.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Sem Break</title><content type='html'>Half of my long awaited sem break is gone. What have I done? Not much actually...except for squeezing out assignments night after night.. I didn't really achieve much. And yet I have SEVERAL upcoming mid term tests/exams which i have not studied for at all. And I still have 2 more assignments on hand and 2 more to edit before handing in nest week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my own usb modem. But the problem is in the hostel, internet is still as slow as ever. Only really really fast when I'm using it in the library. Talking about electrical gadgets, I have a funny feeling that my laptop is going to crash for good due to some unknown reasons. It has been acting really weird the past few days. Yes, I know...it's just my luck with electronical items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE consolation out of all these set backs is that I get to sleep more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1427199516484605851?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1427199516484605851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1427199516484605851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1427199516484605851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1427199516484605851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/08/mid-sem-break.html' title='Mid Sem Break'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5646596808517831640</id><published>2009-07-27T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:31:43.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent</title><content type='html'>Land beneath the wind&lt;br /&gt;Blown laziness into me&lt;br /&gt;But not yet taken over&lt;br /&gt;Resisting and resisting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books Reports Classes&lt;br /&gt;All have not synced into my system&lt;br /&gt;Is there a need to reboot my system?&lt;br /&gt;Or add some RAM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather has been moody&lt;br /&gt;Rain one second&lt;br /&gt;Shine in the next&lt;br /&gt;And its taking a toll on this soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been going my way&lt;br /&gt;But they never had and&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they ever will&lt;br /&gt;Just need to bend it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time as always&lt;br /&gt;Never was and never will be kind&lt;br /&gt;Running is all there is do to&lt;br /&gt;To not be left out of the race&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5646596808517831640?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5646596808517831640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5646596808517831640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5646596808517831640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5646596808517831640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/07/recent.html' title='Recent'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5573624188877062636</id><published>2009-07-10T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:50:45.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of a new semester</title><content type='html'>B-O-R-I-N-G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other word to describe what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why .. Here's a recollection of what I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30am : Woke Up&lt;br /&gt;9.31am: Read story book&lt;br /&gt;10.31am:Climbed out of bed&lt;br /&gt;10.32am:Brushed teeth and breakfasted while watching variety show on the laptop&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm: Lunched&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm: Story book..yet again&lt;br /&gt;2.00pm : Finished the book. Slept&lt;br /&gt;5.00pm : Woke up without feeling refreshed because apparent my roommate (3 juniors) was talking on the phone non stop for the entire 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm: Dinner and variety show again&lt;br /&gt;8.00pm: Moved stuff and luggage from store room which I kept at the end of last semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so little going on and not one day I slept past 1am, my dark circles got worst! WTH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5573624188877062636?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5573624188877062636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5573624188877062636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5573624188877062636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5573624188877062636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/07/start-of-new-semester.html' title='Start of a new semester'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3174044142445305070</id><published>2009-07-03T10:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:12:37.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Day 2</title><content type='html'>We left really early..at about 8.30am to travel about an hour plus to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Kanchaburi&lt;/span&gt; to visit &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Damnoen Saduk&lt;/span&gt;, the original floating market and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;River Kwai&lt;/span&gt;..where the Dead Railway linking to Burma is built durinf WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market is good. Because our driver is affiliated with this boat company, we took a motor powered boat into the market which cost &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;500baht each&lt;/span&gt;. Its very expensive. For the true human paddle boat experience, go directly to the main market and hire the entire boat for only &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;600baht&lt;/span&gt; for not more than&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; 6 person and not more than an hour&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, an hour on the boat is more than enough the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1wvyqcXXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/98ne2Y4ZZh4/s1600-h/P6260468+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1wvyqcXXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/98ne2Y4ZZh4/s320/P6260468+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354059498369342834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1wvKIf6cI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FRoBc9qVXY4/s1600-h/P6260430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1wvKIf6cI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FRoBc9qVXY4/s320/P6260430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354059487489550786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1wvhEdhEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kjvj_JPZohU/s1600-h/P6260446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1wvhEdhEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kjvj_JPZohU/s320/P6260446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354059493646632002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was another 30 plus minutes ride to River Kwai. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HOOOTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;!!! The sun was practically burning my skin. Anyways, the railway is just another railway..the exception is the process killed off about&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 20000&lt;/span&gt; ang mohs and asians (POWs). The price of war and greed. Haven't the human population learned history? Why is it still happening now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SlhWdPyOdII/AAAAAAAAAmg/y8Pv8-AXM4Y/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SlhWdPyOdII/AAAAAAAAAmg/y8Pv8-AXM4Y/s320/DSC00459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357126817210594434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SlhWzuhJz9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/41wNCeOkGM4/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SlhWzuhJz9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/41wNCeOkGM4/s320/DSC00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357127203417608146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war museum adjacent to it was more interesting. It houses pictures and relics from WWII itself. Entrance is only &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;40baht&lt;/span&gt;. The&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; cheapest&lt;/span&gt; of all the places we visited in our entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was back to Bangkok. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TRAFFFIIICCC JJAAAAMMM&lt;/span&gt; yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my first time seeing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;TVXQ&lt;/span&gt; but from like 100meters away although their van passed right in front of me. It was so tinted plus the curtains that you can't see a thing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was dinner then to RCA(Royal City Avenue). Bouncers were so strict that you can't cheat your way into the clubs. They check your passports and i.d. No messing around. So ended sitting at a bar with mum and dad while listening to Michael Jackson because my two little brothers aren't old enough yet. But the clubs were so big and had nice designs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SlhXR3SIfdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dj7UY1SiIZU/s1600-h/P6260508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SlhXR3SIfdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dj7UY1SiIZU/s320/P6260508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357127721166601682" 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/30044387-3174044142445305070?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3174044142445305070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3174044142445305070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3174044142445305070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3174044142445305070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/07/bangkok-day-2.html' title='Bangkok Day 2'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1wvyqcXXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/98ne2Y4ZZh4/s72-c/P6260468+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-485395745672938043</id><published>2009-07-01T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:21:39.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Day 1</title><content type='html'>We hired a driver with a van to bring us around in Bangkok for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1qNzrh4xI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YC-svUj_XZ4/s1600-h/P6250306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1qNzrh4xI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YC-svUj_XZ4/s320/P6250306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354052317457015570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Pattaya, we headed out to Bangkok. So the first place we went to was Samut Prakan Crocodile Farm. The farm is about 62 years old. The first crocodile in Bangkok. The condition is a bit sad for the animals but they sure have a lot of wild animals such as white tigers and hippotamus. The tigers are so so gigantic. The specialty here is that they have crocodile wrestlers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1qOCVfDtI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YkVQ5jnRvrE/s1600-h/P6250339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1qOCVfDtI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YkVQ5jnRvrE/s320/P6250339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354052321391087314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1qOnpwqTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_Xb50ZYw8WA/s1600-h/P6250381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1qOnpwqTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_Xb50ZYw8WA/s320/P6250381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354052331408238898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1qO87R-tI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hsIdfUgjAOw/s1600-h/P6250394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1qO87R-tI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hsIdfUgjAOw/s320/P6250394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354052337118870226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day in Bangkok was not much exploration. After the crocodile farm, it was too late to do any more sight seeing so we went shopping at MBK. What did I harvest there? NOTHING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-485395745672938043?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/485395745672938043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=485395745672938043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/485395745672938043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/485395745672938043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/07/bangkok-day-1.html' title='Bangkok Day 1'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sk1qNzrh4xI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YC-svUj_XZ4/s72-c/P6250306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3989179309447189440</id><published>2009-07-01T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:57:39.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Skr6q2cXbaI/AAAAAAAAAlg/vXou9Z8IIBk/s1600-h/P6240087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Skr6q2cXbaI/AAAAAAAAAlg/vXou9Z8IIBk/s320/P6240087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353366721159196066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since AirAsia canceled our morning flight (no surprise there), we arrived at about 9pm in Pattaya and a day was gone just like that. There was nothing much to do. So we had late dinner and walked around sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattaya seemed nice enough at night until the moment we walked into the club area. The clubs are rained in pink flourescent lamps that the entire square district is shining in pink. Girls, Ladies and Grandmas are scantily clad and trying to woo in customers (farangs..ignoring Asians) Farangs are like gods to them...but the Farangs there are just old desparate uncles. If you are a lady, you'll feel strong icy cold eyes staring at you as if you are threathening their business. No pictures taken though. Picture taking task was placed in my brother's hands and he was afraid that he would be bashed if he took pictures there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after walking around that area, we went to Hard Rock Pattaya. The scene there is a totally different. It was very quiet except for the band. After that, we decided to call it a day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkrzwKAfRmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/MExfnx8vHgM/s1600-h/P6240046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkrzwKAfRmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/MExfnx8vHgM/s320/P6240046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353359115728930402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Noongnoch Tropical Gardens about 20mins outside of Pattaya. It's about 600 acres?(hectares?) big. There are lots of gardens (as you can expect) and tigers and elephants and orang utans and one leopard. The's this mini stonehenge and mini Borobudor replica thing. Lots of tourist here as well. Entrance is 650baht for adults. The entrance fees includes transportation to and from the gardens, the cultural show and the elephant show. Others like elephant rides and train rides, you still have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkrzvfELVKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/X-XB7OZB-8Y/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkrzvfELVKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/X-XB7OZB-8Y/s320/DSC00415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353359104201675938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkrzwaoIp2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/JEhz358eb7Y/s1600-h/P6240221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkrzwaoIp2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/JEhz358eb7Y/s320/P6240221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353359120190187362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkrzvkTeIAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/P3CW-e-3_Io/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkrzvkTeIAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/P3CW-e-3_Io/s320/DSC00442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353359105607999490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before Noongnoch, we went walking around. Walked at Jomtien Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time, we went for the infamous Tiffany's Show. Entrance ranges from 500baht to 900baht. Pattaya does produce the best looking ladyboys around the globe. Many of them won the Transexual Universe title. Before the show, they come out parading around the fountain and you can take pictures of them(for free) or with them at 40baht per person but the price is negotiable if you wanted to take together with more people. My brother and I took with 2 ladyboys but they only charged us 40baht. The show was entertaining but don't expect much. It a lot like a cabaret show. Their lyp synchings were very good. The costumes are very extravagant. The theme at the moment is around the world I guess. They were performing Chinese, English, French, Russian, Korean, Italian songs and their national costumes. It must have cost them a fortune for all those costumes and stage backdrops.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Skr6CJMBu_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Y5tC6kOqkIM/s1600-h/P6240292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Skr6CJMBu_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Y5tC6kOqkIM/s320/P6240292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353366021816302578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Skr6CjwgH1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/9K5_8NDp9qI/s1600-h/P6240296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Skr6CjwgH1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/9K5_8NDp9qI/s320/P6240296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353366028948610898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was 2 days at Pattaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3989179309447189440?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3989179309447189440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3989179309447189440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3989179309447189440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3989179309447189440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/07/pattaya.html' title='Pattaya'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Skr6q2cXbaI/AAAAAAAAAlg/vXou9Z8IIBk/s72-c/P6240087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4077405282267353468</id><published>2009-06-30T18:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:03:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!#$%$#@$%^&amp;%^* TVXQ</title><content type='html'>Finally I saw the people that I've been watching off from youtube and read on almost daily basis and keeping me sane in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th June. Press Conference. Saw them for the first time after much struggle and wait. But my view was so far away because, again, I was late because I went sight seeing outside Bangkok but the boys arrived even later. There were at least 10k fans waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoTN1V3QYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/hOtETSiu-os/s1600-h/P6260444+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoTN1V3QYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/hOtETSiu-os/s320/P6260444+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353112235461263746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just part of the crowd at the press conference. Just the back part of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoSwd8sMDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/T3pIzn1Y4xc/s1600-h/P6260474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoSwd8sMDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/T3pIzn1Y4xc/s320/P6260474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353111730965458994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th June. Concert Day&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited + scared because I went to the concert alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm : Arrived right after sight seeing around Bangkok. I thought the traffic jam would make it worse..but luckily it didn't. I was not surprised at all when I saw the swarms of fans that were already there. Made a beeline for the ticketing counter. Saw many Japanese, Chinese, Malaysian, Singaporean and Philippines fans queuing up as well. It was about 4.40pm when I got my ticket. Went around wandering to see the official goods and took a look at the fans that were already lining up at the gates.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoWlWj3atI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0Ajlg-EVNFM/s1600-h/P6300496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoWlWj3atI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0Ajlg-EVNFM/s320/P6300496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353115938050239186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert ticket. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoYfChgtHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/mwfTOPqMdeA/s1600-h/P6300001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoYfChgtHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/mwfTOPqMdeA/s320/P6300001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353118028615693426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good that I bought. Very expensive. SM Ent very good at making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoWlPiz8FI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RqkpL_VTFxk/s1600-h/P6270667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoWlPiz8FI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RqkpL_VTFxk/s320/P6270667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353115936166768722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crowd waiting for the gate to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm : I went into the Arena. The security was so strict. No cameras allowed. There were a lot of fans that were taken outside to safe keep their camera before being allowed back into the concert arena. Some escaped but had to take pictures as if they were hiding in mice holes. Some got caught while filming and were also dragged outside to be taken away their cameras. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoaCLiBHXI/AAAAAAAAAko/BTnb2gQBJSo/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoaCLiBHXI/AAAAAAAAAko/BTnb2gQBJSo/s320/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353119731840785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met these fans from Soompi. Really nice people. Kwan and Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoaBzb-XUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/pR5yuFf1Ma8/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoaBzb-XUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/pR5yuFf1Ma8/s320/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353119725372988738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture before the concert started.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoUPXW6M1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/X4JHdaZa1Z8/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoUPXW6M1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/X4JHdaZa1Z8/s320/DSC00546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353113361283953490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Insa&lt;/span&gt;. The first song that made me noticed TVXQ. Put into my ipod by Eve. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoUPhq3ZPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/LeDrlD6sT34/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoUPhq3ZPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/LeDrlD6sT34/s320/DSC00583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353113364052010226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how close I was to each and every one of them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoUPOo73tI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R4E-X-zylvY/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoUPOo73tI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R4E-X-zylvY/s320/DSC00535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353113358943641298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Love in The Ice&lt;/span&gt;. My favourite song of all time. They sang it very well. Amazed at Junsu's voice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoUO93Pb-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/o8inBQE4HuI/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoUO93Pb-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/o8inBQE4HuI/s320/DSC00497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353113354440241122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite guy of among all 5 members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Concert review&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all the concert was good. Except that the audios were not very good in terms of the music was so loud because the music was too loud that it covered the members' voices. They performed very well though. The solos that they sang were exceptionally good. and Micky rapped the part for Junsu's solo. It was a surprising match up. The best and memorable part was Hug, bossanova style and Wrong Number and their solo songs. Oh..and I forgot....Junsu flew right above me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is one thing I hope to get from their future concerts. I hope that they would rearrange their songs so that I don't have to listen to the exact same cd versions..I like how Lee Hom produces his concerts...he rearranges everything and shows you all his talent. TVXQ's talents are all over shadowed by mainstream concert genres. If only TVXQ would do a full acappella concert sans fancy costumes and dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were too much fan screaming though. Sometimes, it is a bit annoying when all you wanted to do was concentrate on their singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Individually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JaeJoong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Very good vocals. Shone very well in his solo song. Can see that his vocal range is really big and very stable. His skin and complexion is also very good, very fair. Better than mine. Can't really see his face because his hair kept so blocking out his face but it was his voice that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yunho &lt;/span&gt;- Tall and thin. Thinner than I expected. Fair as well. Very good dancer. And interacted alot with the fans, even posed for the fan to take his picture. Voice is better than in cd. His live is better than recorded cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;YooChun&lt;/span&gt; - Singing Love Bye Love was great. His new interpretation of the song is good and there's more life to the song than compared to cd as well. Real person is also tall, thin and fair. Alot of interaction with fans as well. He is always teasing the fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Junsu&lt;/span&gt; - Best vocals among all 5 members. Stage performance and presence also the best. Less interaction with fans. But very good looking. The pictures that I've seen all this time does not do him justice. Tall and thin and fair also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ChangMin&lt;/span&gt; - The rumoured high pitch vocal is no joke. He can really sing all the high notes with much accuracy. He is really tall and good looking, just as everyone said after seeing him. Very little interaction with the fans as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My observations are very unobservant compared to other fan accounts that I've read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt;These pictures were taken with only my mobilephone! I too can't really believe that the pictures that came out are actually of good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'll include &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;excerpts&lt;/span&gt; from a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty Friedman, former lead guitarist of heavy metal band Megadeth and Japanophile recently shared his thoughts on TVXQ / DBSK / Tohoshinki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translation cr: mandasoh@i&lt;a href="http://mandasoh@iscreamshinki.net/" target="_blank"&gt;screamshinki.net &lt;/a&gt;/ sharingyoochun@wordpress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "They would sell even if they weren’t good looking! TVXQ’s singing ability is worth its value in money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ, an accapella dance group from Korea, and who attended last year’s Kouhaku Uta Gassen, can be said to be the representative of “Global J-pop” with their impressive harmonizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe fans will say it’s b*llsh*t, but to me, if you can sing, you’ll be able to sell even if you weren’t good looking, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Their song [Bolero], is a great ballad that showcases their super vocals.&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me was that compared to other J-pop ballads, the feeling for this song is dark. The beat is slow, and there was no usage of guitars etc. Even so, the song gave off a dark and haunting vibe to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4077405282267353468?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4077405282267353468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=4077405282267353468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4077405282267353468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4077405282267353468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-tvxq.html' title='FINALLY!!#$%$#@$%^&amp;%^* TVXQ'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SkoTN1V3QYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/hOtETSiu-os/s72-c/P6260444+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-7802071726787587492</id><published>2009-06-23T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:24:59.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on A Jetplane...</title><content type='html'>or Airbus to be more precise&lt;br /&gt;Later this evening I'll be taking off to Siam for a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to (in accordance to ranking) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mirotic Concert!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Temples and Palaces and Historical Places&lt;br /&gt;3. Food&lt;br /&gt;4. Pattaya Beach&lt;br /&gt;5. Tiffany Show&lt;br /&gt;6. Tigers and elephants...lots of them&lt;br /&gt;7. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;8. Muay Thai...(I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys in a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-7802071726787587492?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/7802071726787587492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=7802071726787587492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7802071726787587492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7802071726787587492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='Leaving on A Jetplane...'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2085990711835574611</id><published>2009-06-18T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:31:25.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schrei!!!!</title><content type='html'>Schrei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Schrei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Schrei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Schrei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Schrei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Schrei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Schrei!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2085990711835574611?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2085990711835574611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2085990711835574611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2085990711835574611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2085990711835574611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/06/schrei.html' title='Schrei!!!!'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3980885466195899287</id><published>2009-06-13T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:44:02.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click &amp; Snap</title><content type='html'>Flash - Flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click - Click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3980885466195899287?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3980885466195899287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3980885466195899287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3980885466195899287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3980885466195899287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/06/click-snap.html' title='Click &amp; Snap'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1410929882718416610</id><published>2009-06-10T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:36:26.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly, Madly, Deeply</title><content type='html'>Seems a bit blurry,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't recognise it,&lt;br /&gt;But it was there,&lt;br /&gt;Truly there all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madly difficult to acknowledge,&lt;br /&gt;Its growing from within,&lt;br /&gt;Can't be deterred,&lt;br /&gt;Its fearsome shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, an image,&lt;br /&gt;A figure,&lt;br /&gt;So Deeply etched within,&lt;br /&gt;Within the frail frail heart,&lt;br /&gt;A figure that enunciates evil,&lt;br /&gt;That shudders that frail heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1410929882718416610?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1410929882718416610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1410929882718416610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1410929882718416610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1410929882718416610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/06/truly-madly-deeply.html' title='Truly, Madly, Deeply'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5624744715807290161</id><published>2009-05-29T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:01:04.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sh_Odd8mEAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JKcXK-mtaEM/s1600-h/4289_115743346448_513906448_2596175_2186339_n.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sh_Odd8mEAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JKcXK-mtaEM/s200/4289_115743346448_513906448_2596175_2186339_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341214688735006722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sh_OdQ0nDFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Wlxk5I7Qg6M/s1600-h/4289_115911596448_513906448_2599434_5342123_n.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sh_OdQ0nDFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Wlxk5I7Qg6M/s200/4289_115911596448_513906448_2599434_5342123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341214685211855954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sh_NrSB6GuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rGknsiPki0w/s1600-h/4289_115740051448_513906448_2596159_5682156_n.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sh_NrSB6GuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rGknsiPki0w/s200/4289_115740051448_513906448_2596159_5682156_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341213826542607074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WACKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't there, then it was your lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5624744715807290161?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5624744715807290161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5624744715807290161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5624744715807290161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5624744715807290161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/05/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sh_Odd8mEAI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JKcXK-mtaEM/s72-c/4289_115743346448_513906448_2596175_2186339_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-914413883226298174</id><published>2009-05-29T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:02:39.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Breakout</title><content type='html'>The feeling was----HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very start, it was curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the journey, it was happy, fun moments,&lt;br /&gt;Finally, reached the end, parted ways feeling even happier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-914413883226298174?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/914413883226298174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=914413883226298174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/914413883226298174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/914413883226298174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-breakup.html' title='Post Breakout'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4027745865544146724</id><published>2009-05-26T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:53:20.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakout</title><content type='html'>Anticipating this tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Dewan Sri Pinang&lt;br /&gt;Time : 8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShvlqsDeyDI/AAAAAAAAAio/zUVX8ubNcTs/s1600-h/breakout1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShvlqsDeyDI/AAAAAAAAAio/zUVX8ubNcTs/s200/breakout1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340114304720881714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more information, visit this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.visitpenang.gov.my/portal/upcoming-events.html?task=view_detail&amp;amp;agid=196&amp;amp;year=2009&amp;amp;month=05&amp;amp;day=27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4027745865544146724?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4027745865544146724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=4027745865544146724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4027745865544146724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4027745865544146724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakout.html' title='Breakout'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShvlqsDeyDI/AAAAAAAAAio/zUVX8ubNcTs/s72-c/breakout1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5900734063856211969</id><published>2009-05-21T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:32:35.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 State, 3 Cities and 4 Mountains Later, I'm Finally Home</title><content type='html'>After my finals and  a week's holiday in Sarawak, I am finally back in my little comfortable room in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Stop : Miri [13th and 14th May]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression was, the airport design is similar to the one in Sabah. Anyways, stayed at my friend's house which was just 5 minutes away from the airport. I once again traveled with a big heavy suitcase and 2 bagpacks across three states in Sarawak. I am awed  by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Miri Public Park (similat to our Youth Park) is really amazing. They built this high hanging bridge around the park where you can enjoy the hanging bridges without having to climb up mountains to experience a canopy walk. You can experience it right here at the park. The guards of the park round the park with dogs the size of German Shephards to keep the park safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeC9-McVI/AAAAAAAAAho/GoOfdSCWH6c/s1600-h/DSC00469.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeC9-McVI/AAAAAAAAAho/GoOfdSCWH6c/s200/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338276338405765458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, I went to the Crocodile Farm, ate the famous Hong You Char Shau Mien, Laksa and Kolo Mee of Sarawak, visited Curtin Technology University and ate some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeCqr4asI/AAAAAAAAAhg/PfkiXMNCv8k/s1600-h/DSC00147.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeCqr4asI/AAAAAAAAAhg/PfkiXMNCv8k/s200/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338276333228681922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright side : Good food - home cooked (friend's mum is a very good cook) and hawker as well.  Offers something different from Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Down Side : The moment we went outdoors, starts to pour like crazy and stops the moment we're indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Stop : Batu Niah, Gua Niah, National Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua Niah is situated in between Miri and Bintulu. Took a bus there. Trekked for about 45 minutes before reaching the cave and another 30 plus minutes exploring the cave. Towards the end of the cave, it was so dark that you can't even see the stairs in front of you. There weren't that many tourist as most people go to Miri as a transit to Mulu Caves, the more famous of the two.&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of swiflets in the cave. You can see the the rope hanging from the top of the cave down for the bird nest collectors.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeDHlooHI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vNnRdtemFVU/s1600-h/DSC00164.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeDHlooHI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vNnRdtemFVU/s200/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338276340987109490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeDUBYQEI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7ti1-58vZ6Q/s1600-h/DSC00181.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeDUBYQEI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7ti1-58vZ6Q/s200/DSC00181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338276344324702274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three girls on a mountain climbing and animal observing trip around Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took the 3 of us about 3hours 45 minutes to and back carrying heavy backpacks on our backs coz our next stop was Bintulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Side : Easy Trekking. Something new-magnificient views and nature&lt;br /&gt;Down Side : Heavy backpacks. Pouring cats and dogs during the entire journey out from the cave and stopped the moment we reached the end of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Stop : Bintulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at a really big house. Very friendly and a very good baker host. Tasted very nice layer cakes daily. Had dinner at a restaurant courtesy of my roommate's parents. Went back to roommate's house to watch videos and laughed. Too late and tired to do anything interesting. Besides, in Bintulu, after 8pm, there is nothing much to do. The place is similar to Ipoh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Day, started the day with breakfast of the local specialty called Thing Pieh Hu...something like porridge with fish meat, but instead of rice, the use flour which are shaped to look like rice grains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Similajau, another National Park which is by the sea and had a short hike because the forest rangers banned us from hiking for improper attire and shoes. They did not have enough staff as some of them took some foreigners out to see to look at corals. They can't safe us if we were to injure ourselves while climbing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeDKfHRkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/3svROMbRDj0/s1600-h/DSC01128.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeDKfHRkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/3svROMbRDj0/s200/DSC01128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338276341765064258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The friend that offered us her house and accomodation and tour guide in Miri and Bintulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Taman Tumbina, a park similar to our Botanical Gardens but with a mini zoo inside. Entrance fees costs RM2 per person. There are a lot of hornbills, a pair of tigers with their cubs (but I only saw the male tiger), a peacock, some crocodiles, some turtles, 2 pythons, a few peacocks, a few monkeys and 2 sun bears??. However, the place is a bit runned down. The place is old and so are the animals inside it. The cages are rusted and you don't have a sense of security, especially at the crocodile ponds but the crocs seemed unlively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Bintulu industrial area. Most of them are oil processing plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night was spent celebrating my friend's 21st birthday, going around Bintulu for night sightseeing around the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright side : Sunny day (a little too sunny perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;Down side : Legs aching from previous day and the day's walking and hiking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Stop : Bintulu &gt; Miri &gt; Kuching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm : Boarded bus towards Miri&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm : Reached home. Packed. Ate dinner. Bade Goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;4.40pm : Checked-in at the airport&lt;br /&gt;5.40pm : Flew towards Kuching&lt;br /&gt;7pm :Dinner&lt;br /&gt;9pm : Dead on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Stop : Kuching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day : Breakfast as usual. Damai Cultural Village. Here, you get to see most of the aborigine's houses and cultures and taste their delicacies. It's sort of a living museum and its home of the world famous Rainforest Music Festival.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVe0HnotYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/o896yg2e0-I/s1600-h/DSC00516.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVe0HnotYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/o896yg2e0-I/s200/DSC00516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338277182809093506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that brought us aroung in Kuching...THANKS!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVe0emENwI/AAAAAAAAAiY/-373ApQVbzo/s1600-h/DSC00240.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVe0emENwI/AAAAAAAAAiY/-373ApQVbzo/s200/DSC00240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338277188976523010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was lunch and then to the mall called The Spring. The size is like Gurney Plaza before expansion (maybe smaller) and its supposed to be newest mall in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night was at a restaurant called Bla Bla Bla. Really good and comfortable environment but the price is a bit steep.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVe0ZlyhdI/AAAAAAAAAig/uaD5oyWJInA/s1600-h/DSC00261.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVe0ZlyhdI/AAAAAAAAAig/uaD5oyWJInA/s200/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338277187633186258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Day : Went to Matang Wildlife Centre..another National Park with mini zoo. This 'wildlife' mini zoo is so mini that you can count the number animals found there without using even all 10 of your fingers. Can finish the entire place in about 30 minutes. The only attraction here is the orang utan which was gigantic...really really gigantic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left feeling disappointed as our initial plan was to swim in the river but apparently, on the previous day, 2 big crocodiles escaped from their enclosures which makes it dangerous to swim in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the nearby national park called Kubah. The ranger told us that the main attraction there was the waterfall. Took us about an hour and a half just to reach the waterfall...but it was well worth the trekking. The waterfall was 100ft wide and about 30ft high. The water was crystal clear and so cool. There are smaller waterfalls at the side of the main waterfall. We spent about an hour there and started our way back. The entire trip took about 4hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, we were dead as logs. Dinner courtesy of debate members was at a chinese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day was spent at the Kuching Museum and Art Museum and the City's Aquarium. The museum was interesting. Most of the artifacts were preserved animals found around Sarawak. I suspect half of them are nearing extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the aquarium, guess what was there again...crocodiles. Yes, Sarawakians seem to have a thing for crocodiles and I have a thing with their safety issues. The cage is so risky. Children can just simply put their hands through the  holes but I guess the crocs are tame as I saw the caretaker went into the cage without any worries and came back out again just as if he entered his own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Stop : PENANG. HOME FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures, just go to my facebook cause I'm lazy to upload too many here. Notice something in the pictures? All the signboards at the national parks are exactly the same. The difference is just in the same. So, for the other national parks that I did not upload the pics, just imagine a change in the name. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DOWNSIDE of the entire trip : My waterproof camera died on me after a trip to the waterfall back in Sabah. Not because it was my fault but because it was not that waterproof afterall. Just sent it for repairs today. I couldn't get nice clear pictures in the caves with a 2mp phone camera :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another info : I think Sabah sells the costliest food ever in the entire Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5900734063856211969?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5900734063856211969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5900734063856211969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5900734063856211969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5900734063856211969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-state-3-cities-and-4-mountains-later.html' title='1 State, 3 Cities and 4 Mountains Later, I&apos;m Finally Home'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/ShVeC9-McVI/AAAAAAAAAho/GoOfdSCWH6c/s72-c/DSC00469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2396096216367399375</id><published>2009-05-01T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:12:21.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey ya there</title><content type='html'>I'm back...sort of..after a long break. Currently still one more exam paper pending on tuesday..then freedom for 8 long weeks.!! yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally of legal age but celebration was a mellow one..pizzas and a small cake at the hostel cafe. How mellow can it get huh? But I'm lucky to have my friends celebrate with me although everyone had crucial exams the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short of time to write a long entry...so see you on May 20th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-2396096216367399375?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2396096216367399375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=2396096216367399375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2396096216367399375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/2396096216367399375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-ya-there.html' title='Hey ya there'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-270023604997767637</id><published>2009-04-01T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:03:32.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lately ME</title><content type='html'>Since MDO ended, life is a hell more relaxing because most of the assignments are already hande up. There's only 20 more days to my final examinations. Then I'm on my way to Miri and Kuching!!! Can't wait. I'm so tired already. I need to recuperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently sitting in Secret Recipe while TVB is filming some drama in this very mall. I know that Gallen Lo is here, another guy I forgot what's his name and apparently an actress just walked past Secret Recipe and I missed it. But I doubt I can recognise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken in Melaka during the Malaysian Debate Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SdMOx6iyILI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qX0mH2F3i14/s1600-h/n1428745542_30294069_113370.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SdMOx6iyILI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qX0mH2F3i14/s200/n1428745542_30294069_113370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319611835546214578" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at Jonker Walk on the first night. The three guys on the far left are from Tokyo University. They flew all the way just to join in the tournament. There were teams from Jakarta and Bangkok too. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SdMOypsGo5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/94rwlPut5rU/s1600-h/P3240284.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SdMOypsGo5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/94rwlPut5rU/s200/P3240284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319611848201773970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my team. Red shirt girl is First Speaker. Guy is Second Speaker and I'm the third speaker.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SdMOysxcEwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AXF54Jmni1c/s1600-h/P3240299.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SdMOysxcEwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AXF54Jmni1c/s200/P3240299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319611849029456642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the entire UMS debating people that went to Melaka. This was the final dinner. Anyways, MMU themselves were the champion of the tournament. I really liked the way their First speaker spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Self : Start Studying !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-270023604997767637?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/270023604997767637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=270023604997767637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/270023604997767637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/270023604997767637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/04/lately-me.html' title='The Lately ME'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SdMOx6iyILI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qX0mH2F3i14/s72-c/n1428745542_30294069_113370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-8577347484536723770</id><published>2009-03-13T10:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:31:42.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March-Month of RushHour</title><content type='html'>This month is hectic as hell...I'm so bored of repeating this sentence over and over again....but I have to keep reminding myself that I need to keep up with time and deadlines and finish all my assignments and at the same time study for my mid-term examSSS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to sit for one paper...but got cancelled. Postponed to next. Might be good news for other but not me. I have 3 deadlines to meet next week. With an already packed timetable, I don't need the exam to be postponed to add on to my already heavy burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a quick post to RANT ALL I WANT....but what is there to say? Nothing much except to do what I'm supposed to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest Event - MAGRA 2009&lt;br /&gt;A night where all excelling students are awarded. Theme was blossoming moment. Apparently, a few of us underestimated the event and was under dressed compared to the whole lot of girls that went to the dinner. Luckily I changed my mind to put on a light make up before going..or else.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sbnf1SlXulI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_GWMQ20Kv8o/s1600-h/P3080392.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sbnf1SlXulI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_GWMQ20Kv8o/s200/P3080392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312523342074853970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SbneB44iBKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5HhQysxpG8Y/s1600-h/P3080353.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SbneB44iBKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5HhQysxpG8Y/s200/P3080353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312521359490942114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SbneBTobMdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FDPSKIxGDt8/s1600-h/P3080378.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SbneBTobMdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FDPSKIxGDt8/s200/P3080378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312521349491274194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coursemates and I. Can you spot the difference between my attire and their attire. Even the blind can tell how much effort I put into this night. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SbnYzkU34zI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5xG7iZh4M4Y/s1600-h/P3080386.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SbnYzkU34zI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5xG7iZh4M4Y/s200/P3080386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312515615896363826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures of my coursemates and the lecturers from my school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sbncw72wFpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SPBy-1WddAg/s1600-h/P3080366.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sbncw72wFpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SPBy-1WddAg/s200/P3080366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312519968719378066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People I always hang around with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-8577347484536723770?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/8577347484536723770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=8577347484536723770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8577347484536723770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8577347484536723770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-month-of-rushhour.html' title='March-Month of RushHour'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/Sbnf1SlXulI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_GWMQ20Kv8o/s72-c/P3080392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-1762535699120451171</id><published>2009-02-20T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:17:24.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted..Soon</title><content type='html'>Daily schedules are mounting up...and they haven't even reached the peak. I have too many things on my plate right now although I just killed off 2 quizzes this week...Should say physics killed me off instead. Could have done better but what is past is past. Statistics coming up next week. Borneo Debating Championship next week as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, it's last minute debate training, statistics goring and assignment and report typing. Everything revolving around me seems to be last minute actions. I'm more reactive than proactive. It's not just debating that I'm worried about, it's running the event smoothly without making a fool of myself and my uni in front of other universities from around Malaysia that are coming, including Swinburne, Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already tired plus lack of sleep and all these activities are coming up. I'm just walking in a daze most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized something. Why do all my course mates assume that I'm smart etc just because I'm always sitting upfront in class? Does sitting in front mean that you're smart? Come on la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about peer pressure and stress, my friend just succumbed to stress and broke down. Currently recuperating in my room because I have the quietest room among all friends. Wished she had let out or confided in me or others so that she didn't break. I am shock at what stress can do to people now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my friends and I, we sort of celebrated Chap Goh Meh by having a nice dinner. Saw a cute little boy there. So, plucked up the courage and asked for a photo together. Here are some pictures. Can't believe that it's nearly a month since chinese new year. Time! you are flying too fast. I can't really keep up with you anymore.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SZ48QgkuyBI/AAAAAAAAAfo/1Uw9Hn7iJ-g/s1600-h/P2060258.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SZ48QgkuyBI/AAAAAAAAAfo/1Uw9Hn7iJ-g/s200/P2060258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304743665408591890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SZ48RIPXWlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ipbs6wHtfNE/s1600-h/P2060263.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SZ48RIPXWlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ipbs6wHtfNE/s200/P2060263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304743676056394322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SZ48Q39D7zI/AAAAAAAAAfw/60EOcFiByp8/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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SZ48Q39D7zI/AAAAAAAAAfw/60EOcFiByp8/s200/DSC00370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304743671684656946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dilemma : Should I go celebrate my friend's 21st birthday tonight or should I go debate training?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-1762535699120451171?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/1762535699120451171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=1762535699120451171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1762535699120451171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/1762535699120451171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/02/exhaustedsoon.html' title='Exhausted..Soon'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SZ48QgkuyBI/AAAAAAAAAfo/1Uw9Hn7iJ-g/s72-c/P2060258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-4349680915253297350</id><published>2009-02-06T12:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:03:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>How did I spend it? By surprising everyone back at home!...well almost everyone because *ahem* I lied (it was a white lie...) that I wasn't going home for new year and I appeared at the door step on the First day. Many were surprised..some thought that I was some sort of hideous creature hiding in the bedroom when they were asked to go into the room to help my cousin sister get her bag...Their expressions..priceless..how I wished I held a camera in my hand at that moment. But those moments will be engraved in my memory forever. Thinking about it now still makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvA5d7cKPI/AAAAAAAAAew/C8ZF1e0KWCI/s1600-h/P1260012.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvA5d7cKPI/AAAAAAAAAew/C8ZF1e0KWCI/s200/P1260012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299541480050534642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First day of chinese new year...the obvious activity..gambling...I lost about RM 16 in half an hour by just playing in-between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went about Penang like a tourist/driver again this time...filled with loads of booze as well..because 2 big bully cousins were in Penang for hols as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvA5omre8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/i_HMV0IAbd8/s1600-h/P1280078.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvA5omre8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/i_HMV0IAbd8/s200/P1280078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299541482916248514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous Kek Lok Si lights that are only switched on for 15 days a year&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvA5wB6IfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-cvVqSj-kgo/s1600-h/P1270056.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvA5wB6IfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-cvVqSj-kgo/s200/P1270056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299541484909502962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvA51h6_4I/AAAAAAAAAfI/f-cZQYtaadU/s1600-h/P1300176.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvA51h6_4I/AAAAAAAAAfI/f-cZQYtaadU/s200/P1300176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299541486385954690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvCwGehmbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jlk1PdshwsQ/s1600-h/P1300182.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvCwGehmbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jlk1PdshwsQ/s200/P1300182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299543518159673778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drinking and drinking and card games and dares at UPR with friends and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, my camera went underwater. I haven't had the chance to test my camera until we went to Rasa Sayang to stay for a night. The hotel is great....service is good...room is good...view is wonderful..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvCwar-erI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jQf68S0DZbU/s1600-h/P1310238.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvCwar-erI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jQf68S0DZbU/s200/P1310238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299543523584801458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of the room..this is just the balcony. You have a big outdoor bathtub and you have blinds that are remote controlled for you to block out the sun when it becomes too hot. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvDsTkgqyI/AAAAAAAAAfg/HWYTFs_HmXI/s1600-h/P1310204.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvDsTkgqyI/AAAAAAAAAfg/HWYTFs_HmXI/s200/P1310204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299544552466590498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically was only at home to sleep. I lack sleep and rest back home and I now paying the price for it by dozing off in class. So now, I'm off to bed by midnight and I try to nap as much as I can in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S One week for new year was way too short but I guess that's what happens when you are enjoying yourself. Didn't have enough time to spend with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-4349680915253297350?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4349680915253297350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=4349680915253297350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4349680915253297350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/4349680915253297350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SYvA5d7cKPI/AAAAAAAAAew/C8ZF1e0KWCI/s72-c/P1260012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5794944486733553904</id><published>2009-01-21T11:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:46:32.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-CNY 09</title><content type='html'>Back after my hiatus. Went for a field trip last weekend. Trying really hard to finish up my assignment...the lecturer just made it worse by extending the deadline. He really shouldn't have extended....just makes me procrastinate....haihs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is just around the corner. Trying to plan out how to spend my one week's worth of CNY holidays to the max because after this holiday, it's work work work till the end of the semester in May without any break in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like a tonne of things to do after this one week break. I have labs to attend..which practically equates to staying out of the room from 8am-5pm. Tutorials to attend. Physics alone is taking up 6 hours a week! This semester is all about calculations for me. I NEED help. I hate calculations. Haihs. Trying my best to keep up with calculations...I practically everything that I learned back in high school. That is how much I hate calculations with all those ridiculous formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about boring stuff...Now for the highlight...A playback of my field trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kota Belud&lt;/span&gt;. Go search up your old sejarah textbooks and you'll find that it is the place where orang Bajau live. Bajaus are the famous horsemen among the aborigines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXancXeAV5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Vf1gS2rs6b4/s1600-h/P1010144.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXancXeAV5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Vf1gS2rs6b4/s200/P1010144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602517798639506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at a place called Kampung Tambutuoan...It's really in the outskirts of Kota Belud. It's so far fetched that you can't get any handphone signals there..unless u hold up your phone and try to locate some spot that have a bar of signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahs7YFHxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/a3Yt6shyhLg/s1600-h/P1170153.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahs7YFHxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/a3Yt6shyhLg/s200/P1170153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293596205245603602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the chalet that all 40 plus of us stayed at. The place is actually very clean and serene. I think the villagers built the chalet themselves...including the double deckers in the room. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahE74sifI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p7I5PhilEJI/s1600-h/P1170244.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahE74sifI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p7I5PhilEJI/s200/P1170244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293595518187637234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my attire for 2 days in Kota Belud. Don't you think that I look like someone working in the market..Reminds me of Family Outing...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahD77HdsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7GS62N4bYsA/s1600-h/P1170223.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahD77HdsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7GS62N4bYsA/s200/P1170223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293595501017921218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair of wellington boots costs me RM14. Protects me from the stones in the river bed.. There's nothing much to do there...actually there is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to do. Our mission there was just to take water samples, measure the river flow rate etc...I have a feeling that the lecturer is just trying to prepare us for the second fieldtrip where we would have to sleep in tents for 3 days..without any facilities/toilets. Every au natural...River for bathing...bushes for big and small businesses&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahEmx757I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/f3fWZACpcUU/s1600-h/P1170158.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahEmx757I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/f3fWZACpcUU/s200/P1170158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293595512522139570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the brigde that connects this village to its opposite bank. Not more than 10 person at a time to go across...The river is about 27m wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to take note of thought...although they are so far out..all the houses have Astro. That's something that I find amazing in Sabah. All the outskirt places that I've been to, all the houses have Astro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here love dogs, the entire village is filled with dogs but 90% of the dogs have skin diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still work with their hard labour. They also use this wooden cone-shaped basket to carry all their stuff...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahDkZf6DI/AAAAAAAAAc4/hlaSHBysnKc/s1600-h/P1170165.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahDkZf6DI/AAAAAAAAAc4/hlaSHBysnKc/s200/P1170165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293595494702901298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXalDQvMbwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/i0jmMV37w8Q/s1600-h/P1170226.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXalDQvMbwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/i0jmMV37w8Q/s200/P1170226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599887471701762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to the city.We had a few hours to ourselves to wander around since we were way ahead in our schedule.So my friends and I, we went to the Tamu mingguan. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXalDK32n9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/dQHlQdj-uY8/s1600-h/P1170267.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXalDK32n9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/dQHlQdj-uY8/s200/P1170267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599885897408466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahEG2TNvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RCaHJBvQFPM/s1600-h/P1170268.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXahEG2TNvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RCaHJBvQFPM/s200/P1170268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293595503950509810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is called pencarak..not sure about the exact spelling but it sounded something like that. It's pan-cake like...deep-fried. The red one is brown sugar..green is pandan. RM2 can get you 9 pieces of this pencarak. It actually taste good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling our stomachs, we went to Kampung Siasai&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXagMHckGSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7jAieyJnX-c/s1600-h/P1180289.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXagMHckGSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7jAieyJnX-c/s200/P1180289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293594542038325538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXalDg9wvEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/siNJ6H4cS6s/s1600-h/P1170282.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXalDg9wvEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/siNJ6H4cS6s/s200/P1170282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599891827768386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craftmaker-a Bajau aborigine. Apparently the entire Kampung Siasai residents are Orang Bajau.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXagLgv9QcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vvFOHUJDwlM/s1600-h/P1170272.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXagLgv9QcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vvFOHUJDwlM/s200/P1170272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293594531650683330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final product-Parang made by orang Bajau. From the sword to the wooden sleeve is handmade. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXalD7TV69I/AAAAAAAAAeA/u12Pdniezyk/s1600-h/P1180287.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXalD7TV69I/AAAAAAAAAeA/u12Pdniezyk/s200/P1180287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599898897607634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wanted to watch the horsemen show but we missed the time. They only perform once a day. On the way out, we were told by this guy and some others to stand at the side because they were trying to capture some wild cows. They are just equiped with some thin rattan sticks with a huge rope at the end. And they are all stick thin themselves. While walking out, we saw that they succesfully caught one young cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the river, in the beginning of the trip, we ended up at the delta leading to the sea. The thing that I love about Sabah is that no matter which beach you go to, the water is crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXanv8O4z-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9lqhrTNZLQM/s1600-h/P1180336.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXanv8O4z-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9lqhrTNZLQM/s200/P1180336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602854084857826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this just before it poured really heavily. Sabah's weather is gloomy nowadays, it's raining every evening. So it's actually cold here. Heard it's cold back in Penang too..maybe because of the winter winds from China. Bangkok is down to 4 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's the festive season, I miss home and family and friends. Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5794944486733553904?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5794944486733553904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5794944486733553904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5794944486733553904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5794944486733553904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-cny-09.html' title='Pre-CNY 09'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SXancXeAV5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Vf1gS2rs6b4/s72-c/P1010144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-766444989368386814</id><published>2009-01-07T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:16:27.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Semester</title><content type='html'>Today is the third day of my 2nd semester...and I already have 2 assignments on hand. One is due next week and the other due just right before chinese new year! WTH! I thought I could get a bit of rest in the first week due to all the errors in the registration system. Things don't always go the way you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 field trips coming up. Next weekend is a 2 days 1 night trip to a village for an ecology project. Another trip, so some jungle for another project for 3 days 2 nights. BUSY BUSY BUSY. Each of this trips come with lab works and reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this semester, we're starting with tutorial classes which means I'll be out of my room from 7am till god knows what time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to the life of a hermit I guess. Wake up, attend class, go back, laundry, assignment, sleep and the cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog about how I spent the last few days of my holidays in Penang by being a tourist together with my relatives. It was a new experience for me altogether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-766444989368386814?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/766444989368386814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=766444989368386814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/766444989368386814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/766444989368386814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-semester.html' title='New Year, New Semester'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-173856407176168884</id><published>2008-12-31T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:32:01.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of 2008</title><content type='html'>Today is the 31st of December 2008. This year has been a roller coaster ride year for me personally. A recap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 months were spent working at Delta. Tried to save as much as I could to make my holiday trip to Taiwan/Hong Kong possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February : Chinese New Year...nothing much. Had family reunion dinners..the usual stuff. Then we had a friends reunion dinner. At the end of February, 3 girls flew all the way to Taiwan/ Hong Kong. Very exciting and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March : My grandmother passed away. She lived to a ripe old age of 80. I would say that she lived a full life. My STPM results came out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April : Searched for a few private colleges and universities just in case I could not get a place in public universities. Went to Jakarta for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May : Half of it was spent in Jakarta. I had a great time there.....shopping was good...eating was good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June : Worried about university entrance. I got in finally. Prepared stuff for university and left Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - December : Longest time I ever left home. Stayed in Sabah for 6 months. Studied. Went sight seeing a bit in Sabah. Some days were great. Some days, not so great, but I pulled through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December : Went to Singapore with a lot of my closest friends for the very first time. A lot of relatives came to visit. Practically, I only at home just to sleep. I leave my laptop to download movies then I'm out the entire day then come back and sleep. and the cycle repeats. Ate a lot as well. All those hawker food that I missed so much. The downside, the moment I came back to Penang, everyone has been telling me that I gained so so so much weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true. I'll be leaving for Sabah this coming Sunday. Won't be coming back until May 2009. So, that is another 5 months away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising (MAYBE) that time passes by so quickly. One moment I was worried that I would not secure a place in university and the next moment, I've already finished one semester in Sabah. Growing up (old to be exact) happens in a blink of an eye. Without noticing it, another year has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2009 new year's resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top priority : Lose all those pounds that I piled on in Sabah. I've had enough of words torment from my family. But the truth is..any fatter and I'll have to start shopping for Plus Sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second : Train up my stamina so that I'll succesfully conquer Mount Kinabalu in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third : Go holidaying in someplace new. Bali is in the plan somewhere. Just a matter of realising it. Kids...are you guys reading this? Start saving $$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth : Improve my grades further or at the very least, maintain them. Improving is much better of an option though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a wrap for the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Hope that the coming new year would be much better for everyone (despite the economic recession) $$$ money wise and healthwise. If you're low on the $$$ side, be grateful for staying healthy and being able to live and being around your loved ones. Money is not everything (but without money..there is nothing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-173856407176168884?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/173856407176168884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=173856407176168884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/173856407176168884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/173856407176168884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-of-2008.html' title='Last Day of 2008'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5341093813556324617</id><published>2008-12-27T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:04:57.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.24.08 ,12.25.08</title><content type='html'>12.24.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SVWxPtTy21I/AAAAAAAAAcI/VGRYKctYGYI/s1600-h/PC240020.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SVWxPtTy21I/AAAAAAAAAcI/VGRYKctYGYI/s200/PC240020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284324621207919442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just before Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SVWym-DKZAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6M5QB1O_5Y0/s1600-h/PC240022.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SVWym-DKZAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6M5QB1O_5Y0/s200/PC240022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284326120350180354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to on Christmas Eve? Nothing much actually. Just went to watch Twilight..I know I watched it like 3 weeks later than the rest of the world and people have been talking so much about it. For me, the movie could have done better. The scenery and music were great. It's just that it lacked the sparks to make a great and memorable movie for me but I wouldn't say that it was a total flop. Anyways, we headed to Korean Palace after that. Dinner at 9.30pm. Can you imagine? By the time our food arrived, it was nearly 10pm already. But dinner was good. Everyone enjoyed it. Luckily, because I recommended the place. I wouldn't want to spoil a christmas eve dinner now would I...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SVWxPB9PaeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/XkZd32_TmrE/s1600-h/PC250026.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SVWxPB9PaeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/XkZd32_TmrE/s200/PC250026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284324609570597346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove all the way up to Sunset Bistro. Parked the car without even having to look for a parking space. We left 10 minutes after that though. The place was so packed even after the extension and all. So we went over to a family gathering nearby and saw a belly dance performance. Wished everyone merry christmas and then we left again as it was too scary an occasion for my friends to handle...way too many relatives of mine. Then we wanted to head home but because we all dressed up to the nines, we felt it was a waste to go home. We went to UPR. First, we went to Fame..FOC..because friends were there. Then we decided the songs were not nice, we headed across to Mois...FOC as well. But the sad part was, Mois was way too packed to even dance and everyone there were already wasted. You see people drunk and sweaty and the place was stuffy. So totally not enjoyable...I miss Singapore Clubs now. Smoke free and cleaner. After about 10minutes, we could not take it anymore. So, we left again. Next, we headed to QEII. It was nearly 3am already..so we went in..FOC again. We actually went to look at the scenery at QEII. I know this is the lame-st christmas outing ever. We went home after that. Slept the moment I hit my bed. Ju overnighted at my place. I think it was the first time my friends actually slept at my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.25.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a family friend's Christmas party. The food was good. Lots of alcohol. But what I lacked were friends. Mostly were guys there because the family friend has 4 sons..so you can imagine how friend-less I was. But I enjoyed the food and watching tele and drinking alcohol there albeit a little lonesome. Things started to heat up a little after everyone filled their tummies. Talked a bit. People were giving me career talks. Future plans etc and not to forget...Alcohol. I tried something new that night..which I like a lot. It was a mix of Red Bull and Jagermeister. You some sort like drop a shot of Jagermeister with the shot glass together into another glass half-filled with red bull. Then you just finish the drink ASAP. It was new and interesting..well as least for me. At the end of the party when they ran out of booze, they just mixed every alco that was left on the table into a coke bottle and then everyone drinks up. They had a few rounds of those. I just had 1 round but a very big glass. The taste wasn't too bad but right after you finished, you'll feel dizzy. But I wasn't drunk..guess that's the benefit of having inherited high alcohol tolerance genes.&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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SVWxP9_ZctI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MC82wcCSH1Q/s1600-h/PC260029.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SVWxP9_ZctI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MC82wcCSH1Q/s200/PC260029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284324625685770962" 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/30044387-5341093813556324617?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5341093813556324617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5341093813556324617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5341093813556324617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5341093813556324617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2008/12/122408-122508.html' title='12.24.08 ,12.25.08'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SVWxPtTy21I/AAAAAAAAAcI/VGRYKctYGYI/s72-c/PC240020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3178238487669645200</id><published>2008-12-18T21:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:25:20.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-mas In Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpc7Vgp66I/AAAAAAAAAao/1usFuwcxS0o/s1600-h/0+%282%29.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpc7Vgp66I/AAAAAAAAAao/1usFuwcxS0o/s200/0+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281135687501474722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I went on holiday with so many of friends. Finally after years of yakking about it...The theme at Orchard this year was sweets, candies and everything sweet. I have seen nicer decorations at Orchard...is it because of the economy downturn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a lot of places... Sentosa Island, Science Centre, Orchard Road, Bugis, Esplanade, Suntec City. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpeyzVzLPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QsXNTit_AUg/s1600-h/23.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpeyzVzLPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QsXNTit_AUg/s200/23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281137739913440498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous fountain at Suntec City. We all bought the similar t-shirts. I'm Mr. Tall...how ironic...hahaahah&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpb3rH9bPI/AAAAAAAAAag/B7TJMV6vJqk/s1600-h/PC140300.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpb3rH9bPI/AAAAAAAAAag/B7TJMV6vJqk/s200/PC140300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281134525072370930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even went clubbing..It's called The Arena. They hire a group of Black Eyed Pea wanna bes to sing live. They are actually good. And instead of girls joining dance competition, they make the guys do it.   One guy actually took off his pants..with the boxers still on. The atmospere is much better than the clubs at home as they are smoke free. So for once, I didn't stink like cigarretes at the end of my night out. The cover charge is $22 for 2 drinks. And it was the baby's birthday! So it was like a birthday + party. One funny thing though, you see alot of old uncles in their 50s perhaps inside dancing to When I Grow Up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpjI7bjD8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/eLMh4-DN5hk/s1600-h/PC132328.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpjI7bjD8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/eLMh4-DN5hk/s200/PC132328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281142518088667074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The presents to BABY..it does look like present to a child doesn't it? hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of money especially me.... Bought a lot unintentionally because even after converting the price back to RM it is still cheaper to shop there....The MRT is kind of expensive to me though..I think I spend nearly $10 a day just for MRT which is equivalent to RM24.20...just for public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpezWXISlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-BO5GKlHWNM/s1600-h/PC140413.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpezWXISlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-BO5GKlHWNM/s200/PC140413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281137749314259538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at the Esplanade. Nice right? We placed the camera on top of an electric box to get this pic. Talk about risking lives for the perfect picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpgi4rnuvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lgy-n-VtP-U/s1600-h/PC031214.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpgi4rnuvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lgy-n-VtP-U/s200/PC031214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281139665492490994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does the pose look familiar?? I want nobody nobody but you!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpjJp_m8HI/AAAAAAAAAbg/syzLUUoB2PE/s200/PC152445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281142530587947122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpjJAmzWRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uq8Ft5KeTRM/s1600-h/PC041174.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpjJAmzWRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uq8Ft5KeTRM/s200/PC041174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281142519478049042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpjJ_h78OI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_n7sImb2n5s/s1600-h/PC041185.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpjJ_h78OI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_n7sImb2n5s/s200/PC041185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281142536369074402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our failed attempts at trying to capture ourselves jumping up in the air.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpjJRmSwvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OhPLRJXBHu4/s1600-h/PC041243.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpjJRmSwvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OhPLRJXBHu4/s200/PC041243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281142524039316210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Centre...I like the Omni-Theatre..although a bit dizzy...It is similar to Petronas Science Centre.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpnoHnOQhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_yMHzkqW3P4/s1600-h/7.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpnoHnOQhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_yMHzkqW3P4/s200/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281147451981316626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpnoXmwbyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/imszGfF9t-k/s1600-h/PC051302.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpnoXmwbyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/imszGfF9t-k/s200/PC051302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281147456274329378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a summary of my 5 days 4 nights trip to Singapore. No pictures from the fifth day though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3178238487669645200?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3178238487669645200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3178238487669645200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3178238487669645200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3178238487669645200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-mas-in-singapore.html' title='X-mas In Singapore'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpc7Vgp66I/AAAAAAAAAao/1usFuwcxS0o/s72-c/0+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-3282536875369248751</id><published>2008-12-18T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:32:59.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to after exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL-Debate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpNK9F6dHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/c_jXpDDARxM/s1600-h/DSC03943.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpNK9F6dHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/c_jXpDDARxM/s200/DSC03943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281118363638723698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpNKZBzy_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/GD46NeP61KE/s1600-h/DSC03874.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/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpNKZBzy_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/GD46NeP61KE/s200/DSC03874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281118353957833714" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Learned a lot although we didn't even manage to squeeze into the top 8. Competition was too tough. When you are there at the competition itself, then only you realise that you only know so little compared to others. My political, economical, social etc knowledge is so limited that I feel like a frog under a coconut shell. And their English are so good that I felt inferior about my own English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I found out another thing.... I lack persuasive skills and also I'm not sharp with my words. I could not really make my opponent sound ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-3282536875369248751?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/3282536875369248751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=3282536875369248751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3282536875369248751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/3282536875369248751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-ive-been-up-to-after-exams.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to after exams'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/SUpNK9F6dHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/c_jXpDDARxM/s72-c/DSC03943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-5092414387516879252</id><published>2008-12-04T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:12:45.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing Machines and Snakes</title><content type='html'>I went rafting just before I came back to Peninsula. It was at Sungai Padas. It is at the Tenom-Pangi Dam. If you still remember your geography that is. It is in Sabah. The river was running really fast as it was monsoon season and the water level was high as well. The guides said that we came at the right season. Rather than during drought, you'll be feeling bored when it really should be adrenaline pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the pictures show that the sport is dangerous, it really is not. The first time I was in the river was because I was pulled into the river by my boat guide. Then the second time, he asked if I wanted to jump into the river again and I did. It was FUN! and EXCITING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rowed for 23km down the river going pass washing machine and snake rapids and some other rapids that I forgot the name. The river is labelled Level 4. It is the highest level of difficulty that you can find in Malaysia. Any higher, you'll have to go to New Zealand for it. For Level 5 or 6 I think you'll be rowing down a waterfall according to the guide. We took about 3 hours to finish the ride. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/STfzkbXrbkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qHpNk2jRgFM/s1600-h/IMG_6420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/STfzkbXrbkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qHpNk2jRgFM/s200/IMG_6420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275953295635738178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first picture taken. A few kilometers after we set out. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/STfzlHihNPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/F12KJs-6VRM/s1600-h/IMG_6577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/STfzlHihNPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/F12KJs-6VRM/s200/IMG_6577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275953307492365554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet a rapid, you have to row harder and faster to build momentum and release your boat from being trapped in the rapids.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/STfzk_Xr7cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/T6ta3BVbw7A/s1600-h/IMG_6500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/STfzk_Xr7cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/T6ta3BVbw7A/s200/IMG_6500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275953305299447234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got panicked when 2 of our passengers got thrown overboard at the first rapid. Nothing happened. At the end of the trip we realised that falling out of the boat was something lucky and fun, to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-5092414387516879252?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/5092414387516879252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=5092414387516879252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5092414387516879252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/5092414387516879252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2008/12/washing-machines-and-snakes.html' title='Washing Machines and Snakes'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jilGRiM_2Uw/STfzkbXrbkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qHpNk2jRgFM/s72-c/IMG_6420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-8378248248166405250</id><published>2008-11-20T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:20:03.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free....not really</title><content type='html'>I finally finished my exams today. A shocking news to announce though. My room mate quit uni. She went back to her home town today. She wants to redo her A-levels and go into the course that she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, if she had knew it from earlier on, she should not have wasted her time coming to Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, another one week and I'm off to Kl then after 5 days I'll be back in Penang. I heard that gurney's new wing had opened. I can't wait to go home and eat and shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang in 13 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-8378248248166405250?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/8378248248166405250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=8378248248166405250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8378248248166405250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/8378248248166405250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2008/11/freenot-really.html' title='Free....not really'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-6937088044348304341</id><published>2008-11-09T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:00:34.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Exams</title><content type='html'>It's has been a week since the exam started. The last 4 papers that I sat for, I felt they were ok, but I still haven't even taken a single paper for my major. So I'm not sure how I would fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I achieved this past 2 days? Well, except for some concerts that I managed to grab from my friends, I think that's about it. Studies have been sidelined for 'a bit'. I was watching the Asian Song Festival 2008 last night. I was shocked how Fahrenheit even became a singing group. Ok or should I say idol group. In my opinion, they were practically the worst performer on that night. I hope I don't get bashings from Fahrenheit fans for saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did something different though. I went jogging. After saying that I would for about the past 5 months I've been here, I finally went. The feeling is just great! I sweated and actually got out of my usual routine which is eat, sleep, study, watch movie and the cycle repeats itself. I plan to go again today but it just started drizzling but the sun is still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another 3 weeks before I go back to Penang. I have so many plans that I'm afraid that I won't have enough time for everything. Actually the main thing is to eat. I miss TASTY food. Christmas is about a month's time away. Although I don't celebrate it, it does signal that the year is coming to an end and a new one is about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to let out here though. Why does it seem to everyone that I'm a studious person? How come coursemates ask me what's going to come out in the exam when they are the ones that got the news and later ask me for confirmation when I myself have not even heard about the info? If I say, I don't know. will they think that I'm just some selfish brat that is unwilling to share ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-6937088044348304341?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6937088044348304341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=6937088044348304341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6937088044348304341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/6937088044348304341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-exams.html' title='Still Exams'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-7375265313180204842</id><published>2008-10-31T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:22:33.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Exams are starting soon..as in TOMORROW... and I still have not studied for the subject tomorrow. I hope common sense can pull me through the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Ranau for my golf practical. I'm dead tired now. Body aching. Anyways, I hope the practical evaluation will help me for my finals(Then I don't have to study so much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had good sleep for 2 nights already. The night before the Ranau trip, I couldn't shut my eyes for more than 2 hours...I woke up every hour...1am...3am...4am...5am...then I had to climb out of bed at 6am to prepare myself for the trip. At Ranau, they practically squeezed 6 people into a room with only ONE queen sized bed. Luckily they rented extra beds. I was the 'lucky' one that got to sleep on the bed. The other 2 girls on the bed were moving around the entire night that I couldn't sleep(sensitive me..) and the girl beside me kept coughing the entire night.....And the fan was so cold and I didn't have a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For golf, I think I walked about 5km in 2 days? Under the scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookssss....Studiessss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30044387-7375265313180204842?l=tinkywinkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/feeds/7375265313180204842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30044387&amp;postID=7375265313180204842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7375265313180204842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30044387/posts/default/7375265313180204842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkywinkie.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
