tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300443872024-03-14T00:23:31.834+08:00twinkling momentsLife is but a flitting momentTinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-31981999820111041472013-03-09T20:06:00.001+08:002013-03-09T20:06:22.646+08:00HomeSpeak of the devil, I have been for about 6 weeks already. Heck, I even came back from a trip to Indonesia. Everything is happening in a blink of an eye with no time to stop and stare. I have not found time to blog about my Eurotrip at all nor sit down in peace for more than a day.<br />
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Long story short, I've landed myself a job and am relocating to the capital. For most of the part, I am a bit reluctant to step into the adult world where tons of burden looms. Reminiscing the good times now.<br />
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<br />Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-69723439229186359682012-10-16T06:20:00.003+08:002012-10-16T06:33:10.056+08:00In my absenceHaven't been writing for the past 3 months. Been to busy to write about what happened in my life. But right now, I have all the time in the world to do it. Here goes...<br />
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In July,<br />
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I totally forgot what took place. I guess basically (all that I could muster at this very moment to remember) I was stuck in the lab most of the days rushing against time to complete my experiments. Dateline was drawing nearer to hand in my dissertation. Time was running out. But I managed to pull through it. Everything ended on a sweet note on the last day of July and I could not be happier as I could finally concentrate on writing up my dissertation.<br />
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But I loved Barcelona. Food was good and so are the wines and sangria. The place was colorful - people, food, weather. La Rambla was really lively and filled with colors and people. Ate plenty of tapas and paella and drank a lot of sangria. The Gothic architectures are superb. Anthony Gaudi is a master of his own class. La Sagrada Familia was great for the sight but I love Casa Battlo. The interior designs and the details were just really well given thought. And SHOPPING! Zara and Mango was @__@ I couldn't help but to buy a few stuff as well.<br />
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London is well, London. Did all the touristy stuff. But it was so cold and rainy.. well, that's to be expected of the English weather. The only thing that was different this time was I had the chance to see the changing of guards at Buckingham and went to Camden for the first time.<br />
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But all good things come to an end. After 12 days of walking 12 hours a day, we finally came back to Sheffield, living in a new place till I finally leave the UK.<br />
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<br />Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-51802511504193640022012-06-14T18:58:00.002+08:002012-06-14T18:58:43.679+08:00Half of 2012A week has come and gone since I sat for my last exam in my entire life (unless I decide to continue studying). Reality hit me in the head: 1. Half of 2012 is gone. 2. I'm 70% done with my Masters. 3. Questions that bugged me a year ago is coming back to haunt. Just this time, I have no choice but to get job but landing myself a job is easier said than done. <div>
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<br /></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-9507358531811022692012-05-10T08:13:00.001+08:002012-05-10T08:13:13.729+08:00Back to BasicsAbout a month ago, I went on a Biochar Workshop in Swansea. Where? Swansea, South of Wales. It was one heck of a long ride down from Sheffield.. a good 6 long hours.<br />
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The workshop was run by an organic farmer who doesn't believe in fertilisers and the conventional fuel. He designed some cooking stove that could produce fire, capture the heat and produce biochar at the end. Nothing is left unused; which is a good thing for the Earth but there are sceptics.<br />
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But leaning a side, Swansea is well known for its beaches. So of course I went, but at 6am with a bunch of 20 year old kids. The weather was so cold and we took a long way there because we were lost. I was walking in the cold with an empty stomach which wasn't too great but the view and the peace at the beach at 7am was worth it.<br />
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Two of the horses at the farm. We practically slept next to the horses.</div>
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This is a wild garlic leaf. Tastes exactly like garlic!</div>
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Peaceful beach</div>
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The trip was a good reminder that sometimes, the simple things in life are the best. I did not even think of work or stressed any deadlines during the trip. Getting exposed to people from different places and courses also have their perks. </div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-49156223429857862982012-05-02T06:28:00.000+08:002012-05-02T06:28:07.902+08:00Another yearLast year, this time of the year, I was busy writing up my final year dissertation and blew off 23 candles on my cake. Fast forward a year, I blew off 24 candles last week and am still stuck with assignments. Seems like nothing much changed but a lot has indeed taken place over the course of a year. I am a year older (hopefully a year wiser) and far, far, far away from home. I've come to the final 3 months of my postgraduate studies and again about to meet another crossroad in my life. Looking back, I've never felt like I grew since I was 20. Maybe it's just me in denial but time went by so fast that it felt like it didn't move at all.<br />
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Compared to last year, I had a very much toned down birthday affair. Just a nice small dinner with my flatmates and friend and a nice birthday cake to go with it.<br />
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Well, here's to wishing myself a very happy 24th. May I grow up well, strong and mature with a bright future. <br />
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<br />Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-33064230794684027562012-04-12T03:03:00.006+08:002012-04-12T04:04:24.844+08:00Travels<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">Since I arrived in the UK, I didn't do any blog on my travels.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">The first pit stop I did was Paris with my dear friend who flew all the way here for a month's holiday with me.<span style="font-size: 100%; ">Paris is beautiful as every tour book tells you and lives up to all th</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">e pictures I've seen on tv, brochures etc etc. We did everythi</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">ng touristy and took loads of pictures. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">For me, my favourite place in Paris would be Versailes. The palace was just gorgeous and grand. Best part was, because I am a student in the EU, I got to get in for free, saving €14.</span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmh9fEx846h67GuTmV_LctdA-AAzywfVnRIIRJPZQnQRs4k9dSA95X31k6pXhDLYp6SqRuHxgTjk2MIK1i0WBuj8VugCwD89PcT5EF41nmNoxA2pKB7ESxKLfEcvwdb_EWAnq9g/s320/418814_10150580975762986_671182985_9196319_1789738356_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730226684445472690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">The 5days 4 nights trip was walk walk walk, take pics, walk walk, more pics and dinner + a bottle of wine every night. Yes, wine is so cheap; cheaper than a bottle of Evian. We stayed in an apartment in Trocadero, one of the high end residential areas in Paris without even knowing about it when we book. Although the room was rather small, it was sufficient as a place to camp for the night after a long day out.</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">However, the downside of Paris is the price and the weather was really cold when we were there. On pictures, it might seem warm and nice, but in reality it was about 2 degrees everyday and we have to walk 10-12 hours a day out in the cold. Everything in Paris was relatively expensive. Trains, food, entrance fees and accommodations too. And talking about trains and metro, they are old and poorly maintained although punctual and efficient. Gets you where ever you want. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuzF2lHl-yO931HPy9peKkiMxvjoI1loIzNgw3eSsKyKL9nGfmVa2205fbocfjTTI4grVA5_UIyoaHJD1FV8uIW5dv5PRNJ6QF-NbpBqybV-MecWHjR-fs1zZuCwQH2C7swW1JA/s320/422416_10150580956982986_671182985_9196242_1715070314_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730226654481692498" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: center; "></div>There are 2 themes park at Disneyland. We booked our tickets online for a bargain price. Disney never fails to amaze me but it was toooo cold + wind + rain...making it a not so fun day. Queue for most of the rides were really long and took up to an hour or two which made it really difficult to bear in the cold. But Disney is Disney none the less <3</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXx3hCv1CcEBlvBKRhbtZggXDyRP1wEYv7SzWrFoEeRggJYwgWQd0FfLIyaDs5lAguluXTEFyW8E_lEWkjGNAGq9BQsUljHmhdoWopWInup9dfcdEgUsWZQLtLscUpQXy6FG6pgQ/s320/425532_10150580987057986_671182985_9196410_1972589318_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730226660509006994" style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The trademark of Paris... Eiffel Tower. We went up the tower the previous night and came back for a photo the next day. As with all attractions in Paris, queue is always long, unless you choose to walk up to the observation deck which did not have any queue. But it was an experience being up in the tower. Great view of the entire city. The Sein River just right below the tower. Everything looked like it was from the 50s when blended together. </div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8qXeZ00e3CJ9AO4Aa5Erw75XTq-lrvvBCjKekisaulHyGxw7io3MnAtGRGLVNVBCQhJZmzQWGlPl8Oyx4BT6hBodeKxBxObkNNYmcMZ_YQeczCT36Mvi87_1Y78FgsSn25WOrPw/s320/418584_10150580982917986_671182985_9196374_1782577569_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730226671517763570" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: center; font-size: medium; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div>This is escargot. I love it! One of the best entrees I have had. We loved it so much that we had it 2 nights in a row. </div><div><br /></div><div>We went to a lot more places but I'm just too lazy to post pictures. Arc de Triumphe, Champs Elysee, Notre Damn, Sacre Couer, Montmartre and Louvre. The architectures are awesome especially Notre Dame and Sacre Couer. </div><div><br /></div><div>A side note, entrance to churches are free i.e. Notre Dame and Sacre Couer but Sacre Couer doesn't allow anyone to take pictures because they sell photo books of the place as an income to maintain the church. If you watched the Disney movie, Hunchback of Notre Dame, you might remember the bridge above the church. That you have to stand in a queue 100m long and pay €8 to go up; which of course we didn't go. </div><div><br /></div><div>On a different note, I now understand why it's called the most romantic city in the world and where the word french kiss got its origins. The french are surely romantics and kiss a real passionate kiss where ever they are... you'll understand when you step foot in Paris some day ;) </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-27207786302442952482012-03-27T02:37:00.002+08:002012-03-27T03:23:37.173+08:00Number 365 and counting...One year ago today a question was asked and it changed many things in my life. 365 days later and counting.. the question still puzzles meTinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-90054092444615620522012-03-09T04:11:00.004+08:002012-03-09T04:27:56.722+08:00Catching up<div style="text-align: justify; "><span style="text-align: left; " ><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Seems like time doesn't fly </span>any more<span style="font-size: 100%; ">. It zooms by at lightning speed. One moment I was anticipating somewhere and in the blink of an eye, it's over and I have to wait for my next anticipation to come.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >February was a great month for me. My good friend dropped by for a month and we went places, ate lots of food and finally watched a real football game. Who would have guessed that England has better dim sum than Penang.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >March descended upon me without me having any preparations for it. Reality reappeared in my life and I have literally tonnes of work to get off my back. It's so hard to get back into momentum to work my ass off... and that reminds me that I need to shed off those extra pounds that I put on while on holiday. Easier said than done though. ('¬')</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-2757248795083955192012-01-04T04:04:00.015+08:002012-01-04T05:05:06.201+08:00Glimpses of 2011<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; ">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</span></div><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><div>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.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s320/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693501814049993426" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The highlight February... 10 years of friendship with my dear Kiddies.. I hope that our friendship will continue for many more 10 years...</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s320/IMGB_4832.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693501812280335618" /><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">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. </div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuu4Q3ERWxUMc2RbjU5LkVpUPVctbov-mk1BHYbAwjxErSzOrK8oyK7S40PFMFCPwxRPnCNrjbJCnciSRy7hCODbpIIG68AYp0rPfW5gjKijEveiWefGN7obckfIKnOpG6e24hQ/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; " /></a><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"></a></div><u><div style="text-align: center;">I finally turned 23! Time flies. I feel like I haven't grown since I turned 21</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwXMCapNAfY_Cgh-2vK1xSSyjB6hkqjcVMhps78mG8sVa7d8kwdQyXdSMEVyUq_DMcGpG9U16iOqUpiRDDjx0yLs4FHeRf1McXSIMlx2gtltkM495SrE65xGgE5bpfH2BKyV8EQ/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n+%25281%2529.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwXMCapNAfY_Cgh-2vK1xSSyjB6hkqjcVMhps78mG8sVa7d8kwdQyXdSMEVyUq_DMcGpG9U16iOqUpiRDDjx0yLs4FHeRf1McXSIMlx2gtltkM495SrE65xGgE5bpfH2BKyV8EQ/s320/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n+%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; " /></a></div><div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "></a></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwXMCapNAfY_Cgh-2vK1xSSyjB6hkqjcVMhps78mG8sVa7d8kwdQyXdSMEVyUq_DMcGpG9U16iOqUpiRDDjx0yLs4FHeRf1McXSIMlx2gtltkM495SrE65xGgE5bpfH2BKyV8EQ/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n+%25281%2529.jpg" style="text-align: left; "></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwXMCapNAfY_Cgh-2vK1xSSyjB6hkqjcVMhps78mG8sVa7d8kwdQyXdSMEVyUq_DMcGpG9U16iOqUpiRDDjx0yLs4FHeRf1McXSIMlx2gtltkM495SrE65xGgE5bpfH2BKyV8EQ/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n+%25281%2529.jpg" style="text-align: left; "></a>Saying goodbye to my coursemates of 3 years and bye bye to undergraduate life</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="text-align: left; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_Cy47E2vL8E5qezkpw1c1yD8hJYS9YYdQkgn_b3IGuD1Ww5llSr4qYNth9Ea2tHnRSciH0PkSAZThNC6SJx70hJk8gvGUCtHnWjrhPhlWkMpAWAWV2gOfYQOMZplGkhrc5K39g/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; " /></a></span></div><div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwXMCapNAfY_Cgh-2vK1xSSyjB6hkqjcVMhps78mG8sVa7d8kwdQyXdSMEVyUq_DMcGpG9U16iOqUpiRDDjx0yLs4FHeRf1McXSIMlx2gtltkM495SrE65xGgE5bpfH2BKyV8EQ/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n+%25281%2529.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: center; ">Sekinchan with a not so familiar yet familiar gang of fun people</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwXMCapNAfY_Cgh-2vK1xSSyjB6hkqjcVMhps78mG8sVa7d8kwdQyXdSMEVyUq_DMcGpG9U16iOqUpiRDDjx0yLs4FHeRf1McXSIMlx2gtltkM495SrE65xGgE5bpfH2BKyV8EQ/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n+%25281%2529.jpg" style="text-align: left; "></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span><u><br /></u></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwXMCapNAfY_Cgh-2vK1xSSyjB6hkqjcVMhps78mG8sVa7d8kwdQyXdSMEVyUq_DMcGpG9U16iOqUpiRDDjx0yLs4FHeRf1McXSIMlx2gtltkM495SrE65xGgE5bpfH2BKyV8EQ/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n+%25281%2529.jpg"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwXMCapNAfY_Cgh-2vK1xSSyjB6hkqjcVMhps78mG8sVa7d8kwdQyXdSMEVyUq_DMcGpG9U16iOqUpiRDDjx0yLs4FHeRf1McXSIMlx2gtltkM495SrE65xGgE5bpfH2BKyV8EQ/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n+%25281%2529.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxir2tOpUnzWrVfrFL6qkNmtEG3lO2gdA75zdx5nYd957l-IwIbiwAqkYV_SBGzpK3LF1Wc_VlAwPS2fGD_RkUuueNEsBnJ2P1zue8O78OIGapo3wTlIRrnkFS1QGoHiPBmIgJrQ/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; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "></span></a><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div></span></div><div><div><div><div><div>Taking the lead as Head Girl, she took the big leap forward in life in July 2011<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "></span></a><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwXMCapNAfY_Cgh-2vK1xSSyjB6hkqjcVMhps78mG8sVa7d8kwdQyXdSMEVyUq_DMcGpG9U16iOqUpiRDDjx0yLs4FHeRf1McXSIMlx2gtltkM495SrE65xGgE5bpfH2BKyV8EQ/s1600/227204_10150163407017986_671182985_6910764_5352714_n+%25281%2529.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7I4tmJAR8fhBK6poSOY0-YIoEO3XOu0I3acINKludAa5tNm4dNIFnnldiaIB90HpFflgNf7_TbdJao2Pix7oQFVMqUKtR5YOBoaVizTZnSv0I6wG4GdNosm0PFwheg6ovYMyKw/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; " /></a></span><div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><div>August took me to 2 polar opposite countries. My almost yearly pilgrimage to Singapore except this time with an addition ;)</div></span></div><div><div><div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnswtMhgPF_-o3AjJdvgXby1XVQl5cdn3nX4oUEIQBY7zroO1dQAie91qm7-ONYZZQBK9TOrIuAKh4kSOTIenkdudngX6sMLXlS5nSNDfPi-aSea1e83FT8UIAPoXN82I3Ly7K9A/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; " /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>A weird but fun combination of family travel to Hatyai in August</div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFGTuuWetuRhKUprIKkI9tgsMr9WLGWf6P1h1G2MBMUpHOsY7Oiol9wImFHzHO2lRvqrdwXmYhQ6qBtIZL6HwRGvqgwgcm90dzbhEJGrw_HJJs2zEmFm-DlKAqasx3XvE7RgWvw/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; " /><div></div><div>Hello UK! Continuing life as a student once more</div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></div></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffKB-0wKx-cbGH038KSGzeS7XcpPEIb4Q9Ayn48Xbp6krPjXZ9OPVwHhzpckpP1c6xhK-Fe1BqKmRApMhuUjPTxq3ghnWJYRChlkUyO-pUlliDkYI3bwvTt_dXRbpU1mb1zMsyQ/s320/View+from+my+flat.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; " /><div></div><div>My dearest family in UK made my arrival even sweeter.. I just love my cute niece so much!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPddfyLgfw0IsOdsvyTb7FFB-L0uc_gXTmboslyQKrq56pZPMYA6TjvPLybBZn_nsOTKovGZw4ia_-_h4Ejrs6d1RZB_t0Sw5dQJpdBVx0dUvOxLmnjmcnFQE49ZRt6WMCGG_NA/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; " /><div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Experiencing the true Halloween spirit for the first time on 31 October 2011</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDBYlYMDS0i_vgnLsb4JWHXNRgZ5IXnXUQUSKa3xb6T3JjVsgN0lmE4MwIs8LW6uEnpuuINCDNQUlnCbMuuxHsr3awPZFaSCmRiFkj0nAFfkeC_i65I-MKq1ZHy2f_w0MaoP66A/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; " /></div><div>Seems like I've always been in weird combinations.. This time 4 guys and a girl as a laboratory group.<br /><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpRdjyzZjFXiocVBU5BNjrLHoE3yyS6oTQiUsItEmxo72zRzB8Th4UG-f_uUYEGphYtBosu09nHndU7B5O0i5dSoEyeR_NATF0q68fo_C8emo9ZYM_uy6n5TfuLYx6dayZEhtUw/s320/C+G2+2011.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; " /></div></div></div><div>Finally, a great ending to a roller coaster 2011...Christmas in London. A real western affair.</div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVeX4CxgHaMoZeGalAu-cOhvv11P4p3ZB1yil-32L-gp0gNtbbPhn8kj6C2JRfxHZUFmjARRULU5ZQl1NyBf8HCF63zgCFwZK7wjCsCB8eb9_Ifs34w8xUp_HQwV90rIR0Fn8jpQ/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; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a></span><div></div></div></div><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "></a></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a></div></div></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">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.</div></div></div></div></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" style="text-align: left; "></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhb4WlZbjPVm4LFX75vqgEB9KM18lqIHMkH7jbWiOMLwS1MgF0p_CFWfb442pPsXq7p3z5gjSJvMGKNfOrV_E2Xh46-NeSkG4SO8014ISKEgiZOqTHP5FcnsG762b1GDmH48KoQ/s1600/IMGB_4832.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2-lXeeFKKOXYNKS3kEMPojprQVzsaPkqt0LClQfnxsmGerjozduX1QBwzDEfS9pGiUXhFEVC-DbrBPFlLKguCRbrVHJhBAz_ZAHmy2r2ktyWrORW6aj4SlceV10HgjGL6lB9jA/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div>P.S. Looking back at the resolutions I made last year... I achieved all of them! Woohooooo! *pats myself on the back*</div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-54229498217887298632011-11-19T05:40:00.003+08:002011-11-19T05:53:36.681+08:00Random Part 2..<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Realised my writing has been sporadic and with not much content. <div><br /></div><div>Today I'm gonna write about bring away from home (Although I've been away from home for 3 years, but nobody bothered).</div><div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then, I met my flatmates, which turned out to be really nice people. Friendly and</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> 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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight, we had another flatmate dinner, a Thanksgiving dinner and it made me reflect on what I have and I felt thankful for them.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTPAzmB-Hm_fAhkgTjBKcjyICOukFe3r4iS8_Nbt060XPJsVNvZzPGpjP3h7GzmzLTZv9yvbxtXoYUu9nTijCD53suJp_MMI_UevzBEeFAiEPa73GaBo0HUp8vCgxyzkWG4uOOA/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; " /><div></div></div><div>Picture of the church opposite of my house on a rainy autumn day...</div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-44719001515880303062011-11-01T03:49:00.002+08:002011-11-01T04:02:28.252+08:00Random..Since I have not blogged for some time, I think it's time for an update. <div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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*</div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-27071620448167114202011-09-30T04:22:00.003+08:002011-10-01T04:46:15.077+08:00A new beginning....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCF9zCfISt28VmxDE6jpmwlb8VoTzQIqIeqtOoDtxpT1TGRnZ3NnG1nV7H2A9deRWLw0QvqydfiiJ4PbjASjAjuxhlbdghNoYvaOaD-nRkrayqaSi4w6tAhxJRD7dyLcki5FNwXQ/s1600/View+from+my+flat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCF9zCfISt28VmxDE6jpmwlb8VoTzQIqIeqtOoDtxpT1TGRnZ3NnG1nV7H2A9deRWLw0QvqydfiiJ4PbjASjAjuxhlbdghNoYvaOaD-nRkrayqaSi4w6tAhxJRD7dyLcki5FNwXQ/s320/View+from+my+flat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658256760788953058" /></a><br />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)<div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-33849104692052903882011-07-27T10:33:00.002+08:002011-07-27T10:53:09.162+08:00Just because I enjoyed itLast 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. <div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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).</div><div><br /></div><div>If you ask me: will u attend another David Archuleta concert in the future..My answer's a definite Yes! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-45966519703406022202011-07-20T16:18:00.003+08:002011-07-20T16:30:28.156+08:00This and That<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I just realized that my previous posts were words. So today I've decided to put up pictures instead of more ramblings.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgkGtOuyVvOxC0h0jSJB3VWTKpQmCbvGfZe-yH-w9W0IHh3sv5Ze_WPKAX-qufWoLVrmK-kaP9h1NTZGvCjCcVq0ZBPLZ6noTwLsdNN5W_bo-vVFznY7TbesDEdzomFrl_l2KwA/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" /><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5cC2CU50KGliO17RpYvMBQVCP_-b1IWesO3RDAjBgQoEk9UZ-YuaC9Kp6Yvf3pSyYQta4aPxmOcgYlF1CfwHRGFM-8LcXoatxyohJ_CLkBnNbpl-FtQtOYQQogQlGZ61lz16kMg/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" /><div style="text-align: center;">This was on top of some KL hill in Ampang. The place has quite an awesome night view of KL city. </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBThBFCh9iHZQkdHXdnwmPKMO8qRPKTdBCadxTOuEkUDDYouJIefHnAuBa6VQkN4TrQUFpx9dr31TAT7FsCHegLZgxGMKV4edpxqS5-EnHEFApUtILdCCCKI5emU0sL3kpAoU_zA/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" /><div style="text-align: center;">Finally, the long awaited wedding. The wedding was wonderful to say the least. Good food, good music and best of all good company. </div></div><div><br /></div></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-76996132403657918432011-07-06T14:01:00.003+08:002011-07-06T14:09:06.131+08:00Half a year overIn 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. <div><br /></div><div>Things are still looking hazy for me and it is hard to be enjoying the present but I am trying my best. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. just a random blog from my office on a boring wednesday.</div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-12901510892908778762011-06-22T11:39:00.004+08:002011-06-22T11:52:58.752+08:00Someone's getting MARRIED!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iwaPZWYQXQBxwA5m2DlHUPvMIXsMyfOHOOqKL5S2hr3Q1cYAhqowPcJeKfxv5Uc1_DKj4i4N8SOaqO0PEHVGYK0ZPmfEejAPMdSIZ5trtM4wVdaCjM6CFoZ_asjDJEjbqnopzg/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" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJghvLkd0N_rzjLJEgcwFOuMNyiTkHklkKWLycHCblcVRYoc3j6_2-9GYB5Ot4p1169IjunC2maKECuqF_dtUHjOKpS-laBw8WK5JKotsGTw6c7xyC6g69xBpnSO8RNMXFSJexw/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" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>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. <div><br /></div><div>CONGRATULATIONS TO MY HEADGIRL. Muaks! Can't wait to attend your wedding ;)</div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-67150754619186427862011-06-22T11:31:00.003+08:002011-06-22T11:38:35.136+08:00OMG It's Week 5 already?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>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. <div><div><br /> <div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOOSj_TonLWMmaVSlScDcMC6s4h9uS-vUVAST-LQGFP9XeURWpqNNO5G6ylhpWQoXJF5y4qf7MN76eYGn0PMecJFTSTy7UEyN2ZW3RWTMTBUbTdAPiup-VQhC-76RloXpnJ9ahQ/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" /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Just a random candid shot that my gfs took of me and I like it :)</div></div></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-11908469904081939102011-06-10T10:11:00.003+08:002011-06-10T10:30:53.277+08:00Bye Bye For Good<div style="text-align: left;">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).</div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRm-Lrqd0SgGeUTHE1beislLS2V7Lyjly3bJ1_F3GhsISwERepdk6Sb0_PyJuSHd0YkJOOmqO2Iv-WcjHT80mVuulC8rpybvex-RnlMVol4sKhbkjm9U54tc9SXUA488ackPg9pw/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" />Looks familiar? This was exactly the same spot we took picture when we were in our first year.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliAw2fTtst9zdYU2VsSgtfGYTxcuk-S7RKlwIqO3rlh5cCOSaL-SGNSlmUPfrLsGzymjDtSLFjNIbT4ou5tfSNSqo-979ksnCQKi_BTNWTb7rFuBbNnsdxnPS3-_FqWHX9eyY1g/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" />These are the same people that I have been hanging out with since first year. </div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinRkobTBdMzbruN2nyHnUUDRe0n2sA-GPzhtNgF9RDSPynYe745aqE3gRtfpVeo5AiR8wgegIUIXyepM1hED8DvD6J99BWPRYxbWWmzldH6H2cVlqx95smiwrsl2vIrhFLz3qsUg/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" /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, all things have an end to them (or else there would be no beginning right?)</div><div><br /></div><div>Everything that I've saw, learnt and got to know will be cherished in my brain. </div><div><br /></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-29329417573355910372011-06-10T09:49:00.002+08:002011-06-10T10:11:31.475+08:00The Next Phase of LifeLocation: Office<div><br /></div><div>and what am I doing in the office?? Blogging...after a long time..</div><div><br /></div><div>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).</div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>What ever will be will be :)</div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-9501674660125770852011-05-19T19:56:00.003+08:002011-05-19T20:04:41.096+08:00Finally, I'm homeAs 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. <div><br /></div><div>I'm currently enjoying the last few perks of being a student. Lazing at home. Sleeping time away and go on a feeding frenzy. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I just received some good news..and I'm SO EXCITED! </div><div><br /></div><div>The best is yet to come. I hope this phrase is what is coming for me in the future. </div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-27292835335816457432011-05-05T18:27:00.002+08:002011-05-05T18:35:57.463+08:00Final Final ExamsCurrently, 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. <div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-17809755064151638302011-04-04T10:04:00.002+08:002011-04-04T10:11:00.441+08:00Reality CheckApril'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 > Go to class > Lunch > Stare at laptop (min. 10hours/day) > Sleep and the cycle repeats. <div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>Before this chapter closes, I hope to make the best out of it. Reality...touche!</div></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-7269893139742956192011-03-13T12:59:00.002+08:002011-03-13T13:30:18.249+08:00Life and DeathThe 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. <div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>Have you lead a good life?</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like a big bear hug right now, but there's no place to get one. </div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-47897843163400765722011-03-05T19:50:00.004+08:002011-03-05T20:04:41.250+08:00Of Three Years (Almost)<div style="text-align: left;">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.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb364zCYwceF3f-mpAbwH6FMAtNhV389vU97RfuZ-ZQBtto4lzHwb8Z8obcwxBt8Z3AhuoJm0Y9b89r4VhHkoNaFezGwxaRfXeH4TDcAf3Tf_N7UUjJQb_x-MaitA8Bz1__ddBAw/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" /><div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>Reality is cruel. </div><div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here's to 6 weeks of torment. Cheers! (Life is only miserable if you allow it to manifest)</div></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044387.post-58216878531519890052011-02-20T15:21:00.004+08:002011-02-20T16:04:50.073+08:00A Decade of Friendship and Counting<div style="text-align: left;">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.</div><div><br /></div><div>We hired our own photographer; <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.danielyap.com">Danial Yap</a> 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.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBZ-C-DmtsURrTOqylUnbIaKiyMA4XRZ7HBYJa-POyYbNmEqUo6S007rmXJgss4FNTe0yt-wS-8mb1QoIyMrvTqKx_3T2dYrldefN1C0e9mPjA5ThuFztDHQT2s9TkmL6bwRW5w/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" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ShWcLzBy-ae-BkHks-RokKjqY4GCKsjXiz-OsRVzAl_IjnMDRm6sa3uuE5yyBal1-l5mf16M_bTar1XF-cMvU5uGV1X876QJAHhd3FO232_DeQryxO0Ty0Y8mG3a1nahs71epw/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" /><div>To my kiddies, I heart you guys. Let's stay this way forever.</div><div><br /></div>Tinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11125103274244813606noreply@blogger.com0